Location: St. Vincent & Grenadines

You were driving home in the dark on one glass-slippered heel, window sliced open and bathing in the snowliquor of the night air. We heard you singing, and couldn't bear to wake you.

11 November 2006

Why do the heathens rage behind the firehouse?

It's been quite a while since I've shared any pictures of Genevieve. Here's how she's getting on.

Keeping an eye on things at the free pancake, egg and ham breakfast at the fire station, a short block from our house.

She's only two, and this stuck-out tongue had to be solicited by the photographer. But look at that face: she's ready. We're in for some serious backtalk.

The lovely Auntie Caryn, stunningly beautiful Ellie, gorgeous Genevieve, and somewhat distracted Baby Joanna read Millions of Cats.

I really like the composition of this picture. It was one of those happy accidents you get sometimes: this lovely juxtaposition of beauties, light and dark.


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