When I looked up, I noticed these frames in just a little bit of window light.
Earlier this week, we were surprised to learn that five eagerly awaited boxes from France arrived and were waiting for pick up at the post office. My husband dashed out the door to pick up the boxes and was back home surprisingly fast.
Knowing the boxes were filled with old family books, we carefully opened them, one by one,
making sure each book was removed gently.
We took time to admire the textures, patterns,
After the books were all unpacked and the girls went off to play, I remained close by with my camera. In the quiet, I watched my husband explore the books,
often smiling as he read more of the inscriptions. I imagined him establishing a deeper connection to some of his relatives from generations past.
On this morning, as I set my camera to take a photo of the light streaming in through our back windows, our daughter walked up and waited for me to finish. She was just outside of the frame of the photo and I asked her to take a few steps forward and stand in the sunlight. While waiting for me, she looked down at the little pumpkin in her hands and I captured this image.