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Snow Day
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I love fall. It’s football, and fires, and sweaters, and stews. An explosion of color before all goes gray. For me there is no better season. It’s flawless.
Summer is Papa Bear, too hot. Winter is Mama Bear, too cold. Spring is ok, until it takes an hour away from you while you’re sleeping. I guess that makes Spring Shady Uncle Bear. But Fall is Baby Bear. It means you no harm, it just wants to cuddle.
And since this is our little baby bear’s first real fall (the other two having been spent in SF, where every season, amazingly, is fall) we couldn’t wait to be outside. 
That’s “outside play” for those that don’t speak 2-year old. No way mommy was letting us inside looking like this.
A plague has befallen NJ. The return of the 17-year cicadas. I have to admit, though, that this is nothing like the scourge I was promised. So far I’ve found them to be pretty tolerable. Cute even. Very photogenic.
Summer fun. Beatin’ the NJ heat. What started out as a car washing effort quickly became the Madison show. More fun that way anyway.
Since being outside with an occupied toddler is vastly more pleasant than being inside with a bored one, these days you’ll find us in the yard just about any time the sun is shining. Plus, it gives me an excuse to break out the camera; something I’ve been meaning to get back in the habit of.
Madison adapting to being back East, and adopting the local cuisine enthusiastically. Can’t blame her. I don’t know if anyone has ever satisfactorily explained why NY bagels are better, but I’ve never heard anyone even attempt an argument for why they aren’t.
Been working longer hours recently (why I don’t post much anymore), so I decided to take my early call this morning from home, rather than leave for work before Madison got up. When Denise brought her downstairs she was so happy to see me she grabbed my finger and walked me around the house for 5 minutes. Just chattering. We had a lot to catch up on.
It was definitely the right call.
One-legged Seagull. Half-Moon Bay, CA
To the best of my knowledge, exactly 5 pictures of me exist from the time I was born until I was 18 years old. Madison will turn 15 months old this month and I believe we must have at least 57,000.
Over the years, my sisters and I have sniped at our parents for not taking any pictures of us growing up. They’ve been consistent in their defense. My dad specifically recounts visiting the zoo when we were little, watching all the parents with their eyes glued to the viewfinders on their cameras, literally missing those moments they were trying so desperately to capture. He decided it was better to just enjoy the moment, in the moment.
And though I’ve heard that story many, many times over the years, I have to admit that I often find myself undecided on this particular subject. I want to be present (in contrast to just being ‘there’) for all the great milestones in Madison’s life, but I’ve come to appreciate how quickly they all seem to happen, and then pass us by. It really does get hard not to see every new outing as a critical photo opp.
So yesterday, when we decided to take our own little family to the SF Zoo, there was no way I was leaving the camera behind. For good measure, I was also going to have my iPhone handy for the more immediate gratifications of photo messages and Facebook status updates.
It all started out great. Madison was as wide-eyed as I’ve ever seen her. And I was getting some cool shots; the hippo, especially, seemed like he was taking his job as tourist attraction and spectacle very seriously. But the more I fumbled with my equipment, and the more I started to look at Denise and Madison as props in my own personal zoo photoshoot, the more I realized that I was starting to get it all wrong. I was investing more time worrying about what photo would show well in an album (or on a blog) than in just enjoying the beautiful San Francisco day and the time with family. I was doing what my parents had chosen not to.
That’s when I decided to put the cameras down.
What’s here are a few of the photos I did take before I stopped. And don’t get me wrong; I’m glad I took them. I don’t plan to ever stop taking them. Because I’m sure the old memory will appreciate some visual aids when I try to revisit these days in the coming years. And I’m also sure Madison will someday want to see us all together, looking super young and happy. I just want to make sure to never let chasing the memories become more important than making them in the first place.
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