|My parents, James, and me|
|Grandma's Garage. She didn't know what to make of some of the things I photographed.|
|I snuck across the street to photograph the neighbor's display|
|James and I played with the camera and flashlights as the sun was going down.|
I wish I'd been able to photograph the woods with all of the fireflies flitting here and there. I also wish we had fireflies here in southern California. Boo.
Sadly, all visits come to an end. It was wonderful to see family again - being on a different side of the country is hard, as I'm sure James knows as well. (He's in a whole other country, after all.) But we have to take the times we have with our families and appreciate them as something special. And you have to laugh together, even if it's at highly inappropriate jokes that your uncle and 15 year old cousin are telling you. Or at the cover art for your grandmother's current reading material:
|It's a real Bible. It just has a motorcycle on the cover.|
|Me' n' Biker-Grandma|