My handsome nephew, Jude, a.k.a. Idaho (because he has a nice big potato head)
You would think a parade was going by, but, no, just a few dead branches being clipped off.
Now do you see the Idaho in him?
Sylvie gives the camera a very natural smile.
The face of a six-month-old, the set of teeth of a five-year-old.
If only they could pick up their toys with as much diligence.
The big girls, sharing only the gene for stringy thin bobs.
Jude wonders why someone so young wears such a sausage curl hairstyle.
Succumbing to peer pressure, Frankie enjoys an ear of corn. Unseen, Sylvie drinks from a glass of water gray as cement from being so befouled by her greasy fingers and corn backwash.