we spent five blissful moments yesterday shelling peas, a.'s giggles hurtling along the crazy trajectories some of them made across the room.

i remember doing the same with my grandmother, even as the first warplanes* droned overhead in the heat of a summer morning. she took such a fright she spilled them all over the floor and i clung onto the hilarity of the image to exorcise the fear.

here: a. practicing on some beans last summer with her father.

*Cyprus, 1974

1 comment:

Metaxi Mas said...

What a beauty your daughter is. And I like your stories. A lot. It captures the essence of your images. I am all for words on blogs, even though the images say often more than many many words could.