Family: The W Children

This year, it was a day on the farm. The cows were on their way to a dinner table somewhere. The chickens were startling citified me. The dogs were, well, dogs. And - of course - the cats were numerous. We played on tractors and trekked through the garden.

Seven years ago, it was just an afternoon playing in the sunset on the lawn. I had my Pentax K-1000 (the pride and joy of this high school junior) and had begged and pleaded for Mrs. W to let me visit her children one afternoon to take some pictures. For one afternoon, they were no longer my babysitting charges. Instead, they were my camera's subjects. And I was proud. And, *cough* I was even prouder of the outcome.

Check it out. A picture from the archives. There they are. In front of my K-1000. Playing with my sister.



Now, however, they've changed a lot. Seven years will do that, eh? Little munchkin is now Mr. Macho. And the kittens have had kittens and their kittens have had kittens.



The barn is new. The pasture is now used. The children are no longer little. They are growing up. (Which means I'm getting old, but that's beside the point.)


Time does that, I guess. Changes people. It sure has changed me. I mean, film is ancient history. Now its digital - yeehaw - and my lens arsenal keeps on growing.



One thing hasn't changed, though. And that is the beauty of spending an afternoon with wonderful children. Children with impeccable manners. Gorgeous blue eyes. Ready smiles. And a wealth of wisdom far beyond their years.



And that, my friends, was my afternoon on the farm.