Ruth asked Sophia what drink she wanted with her afternoon snack. Her unequivocal answer was a latté. We're already drinking decaf because of Ruth being pregnant, so we decided it was ok. After all what's the worst that could happen? That it'll stunt her growth?
It's too bad Sophia wasn't born in a Muslim country, because she would be a master Whirling Dervish. Here she is demonstrating an advanced technique involving a swing-set to gain insight into the nature of the universe. (hint: it's all about play and candy)
For some reason every year when we take Sophia's Christmas pictures at least one of them makes her look greedy and/or evil. I suppose it might just be her dad coming out in her.
The Seattle Monorail seems a little old and dated to many people. To Sophia it was the epitome of technological advancement. A girl for whom iPads, cell-phones, and computers are commonplace is wowed by mass transit. Seems at once ironic, yet perfectly predictable.
The lamp in her hands is an LED one that she'd stolen. It doesn't get hot, so she couldn't burn herself.
Ruth took this while we were on a drive over the Beartooth Highway with our friend MJ. Sometimes its hard to tell if Sophia is 2, 12 or 32. For some reason her expression just seems so grown-up to me.
Ruth and Sophia were looking at a train on the railroad, half a mile away and a few hundred feet above us.
Although this image has no real bearing upon the subject of the poem, when I first looked at it on the computer I though of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's Wild Dreams of a New Beginning. Here are a few lines that seems most fitting:
"...
Eyes smell flowers and become them
...
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets"
and here is the full text for those with the inclination to read the entire poem:
Wild Dreams of a New Beginning
This is a girl who loves her rides. She's so confident on them, she didn't even want Ruth touching her.