"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013."

the 52 project: 9/52.


We spent the whole week waiting for sunny skies and warmth, hence when it finally happened (the sun shone!) we headed straight for the hills. Friends and family gathered at Mt. Seymour this morning for a deliberately slow-paced snowshoe to Dog Mountain. Gracie continues to fear snow, but seems to forget how scary the white stuff is if she has a cookie in hand, happily having "a sit" (as she says), protecting her goods from any smart and crafty ravens who may be lurking about.

A bluebird sky, snow melt dripping from old growth Douglas-fir, the sound of Gracie singing as we trekked down from the peak, ravens the size of beavers - these are a few of the things I will remember about this day.