Santa Monica, California
Same day.
Different moments.
He doesn’t look like THIS much these days.
Too much seriousness.
Not enough of that look.
Grandma brings it.
Energy and love and playfulness that I WISH I had.
Love her so much.
He looks like he could take off and fly at any moment, doesn’t he?
These are the kinds of shots that make my heart sing.
The sand stuck on his finger nails.
The water dripping off of his chin.
Bent over looking at something and completely unaware I am there.
Yes.
Makes my heart SING.
Claire Bear.
More cautious.
Taking in the lull of the waves.
We sat and watched the water for a long time …
Before she discovered the pail.
And Grandpa.
A look just for him … ha
And this look?
This one was just for me.
A little fresh air does the soul good.
A lot of good, actually.
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