One evening, we all sat outside and did little more than enjoy the air in our shady front yard.
Ephraim (who was sick) lay down on a blanket and rested for a while. Clive (who was not sick) went inside and fetched his blankie, which he then took to the little red wagon and made himself a comfy bed for a few moments. He then got up and did his very best cat imitation by going inside the house, then coming back outside, then going inside again, then back outside before I finally refused to get up and open the door for him again until we were all going inside for the night.
Anselm dutifully sat where I put him, playing with grass and the blanket and a toy I had brought out.
After a bit, I noticed the afternoon sun had peeked through the trees enough to send a little sliver of light across the yard. I first tried to make Clive stand in it, but he has been feeling fairly contrary lately; he would stand where I asked, but he only made faces while doing it, so I let him go. He went to stand by the door and try to let himself in the house.
Anselm is my favorite child to photograph at the moment; he won’t move when you plonk him down somewhere, and he also hasn’t learned to hate the camera very much. Plus, his crooked front teeth. I love them.
So I picked him up and moved him, setting him down in path of the light.
It’s funny what a little change of scenery and perspective can do.