I didn’t carry my camera with me everywhere, this weekend. But if I did, the photos would have captured Aveline giggling as she reached out her hands to her papa, and then to me, and then to her papa again, delighted that she figured out how to be passed quickly between us.
They would have captured the wrinkled up expression on her face as she tasted a French fry.
They would have captured the deep boom of drums during a Japanese cultural performance we just happened to stumble upon during an afternoon walk.
And then, they would have captured stillness.
Early sunset and the ensuing wintry darkness which wrapped around the house like an old, familiar friend.