11 May 2010
12 April 2009
The daughter is one of those focused and peculiar people--not unlike her mother--who has definite ideas about things. There are places that she wants to see, and she will not rest (and I will not rest) until she sees and does the things that are important to her. When she was 6, she was fixated on seeing Mt. Rushmore. At 12, it was the White House.
Interesting things were going through her brain on this lovely Easter Sunday, her first morning in my hometown. She can be inscrutable when she is busy investigating something, and here she was quivering with an impossible-to-quantify joy and satisfaction. It was emotion that I recognized.
Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40.