Water World
Ann anguished about keeping Abby occupied. Piffle, I said. She has butterflies to chase, the creeks to play in and the dog to keep her company. What more could a little girl ask?
We expected her to hop around on the rocks with her rubber boots keeping her feet dry and warm. Right. She is perfectly happy soaked to the bone in spring-fed creek water. This image is from the first of many intentional dunkings.
Abby is not the least bit squeamish or dainty. I think what we have here is her mother remade--a tomboy if there ever was one.
Comments
Gosh she's cute. Careful or she'll be haunted by Floyd's rural charm, a spell not lightly broken. We need more country girls anyway. Drink it up Abby.
Posted by: Jim | August 25, 2006 10:39 PM
Ah, she reminds me of myself at that age. I wasn't a tomboy, but I loved wading in creeks, turning rocks over to see what I could find.
Posted by: kenju | August 25, 2006 11:38 PM
Great picture! Glad you ran to snap it!!
-d
Posted by: Danny | August 26, 2006 8:05 AM
I'm glad you said she is her mother remade. I was thinking as I looked at the photo what her mother must be thinking when she sees her daughter and the free spirit she has become at the grandparents. (Still hard to think of you as a grampa!)
Posted by: pablo | August 27, 2006 7:46 AM
Thanks for capturing that moment for us!
Posted by: David St Lawrence | August 27, 2006 9:55 AM
She's in her element, for sure. Tomboy is such an old-fashioned term. I've seen this on athletic t-shirts: "I'm not a tomboy, I'm an athlete!" I would be interested in hearing Abby's assessment of who she is...
Posted by: Jude | August 27, 2006 7:21 PM
Reminds me of my ten-year-old niece Eva on her visit this past June. You're a lucky grandpa! Don't you wish all kids were like that?
Posted by: Dave | August 28, 2006 1:49 PM