Tuesday, June 06, 2006

THE FACTORY FLOOR















The above pic was taken during a brief lull between my daughter's career as a cranky infant and as an energetic crawler. For a brief, blissful period of her life she would just sit happily in her stroller next to my drafting table. She would play contentedly and sing quietly to herself all day, while I worked uninterrupted. Every now and then I would look over and she'd give me a big smile and I'd feel we had achieved true communion.

It lasted exactly an afternoon. Thankfully I have a picture.