Playground squeeze, first day of school, Berkeley, CA. He is ready. He’s been ready for who knows how long, whether he knew it before today or not. He was ready today, from the moment he awoke, to the moment he tied his shoes on the stairs, to the moment he
Kyburz, CA, in nearly its entirety. Thus endeth our Sierra Nevada end-of-summer idyll. With neither bang nor whimper, but instead some whimsy. My kids love this sign, which I like to take as a sign that there’ll be much mirth (and healthy non-attachment) in their future. A worthy goal, whatever
Testing the waters, Fallen Leaf Lake, CA. His Mama will strip to her skivvies and dive into any body of water she sees, with reckless disregard for the proximity of its temperature to that of a proper bath. Even if the body of water is at 6,377 feet above sea