It was Easter, so we all gathered in a field to pick up fake eggs that we pretended were put there by a bunny who cannot even know how to lay eggs because that is what a chicken does and besides what does that have to do with anything?
Zoe was cool with it anyway.
See?
So, yeah …
… eggs.
There’s one. Can’t miss it.
Dad says he never cranks the saturation like this, but if CS4 has a “plastic eggs” settting, he’s going to use it.
Part of Easter is getting dressed up and eating foods with Elisha.
These balloons are all over the place because it was Dad’s birthday on Easter–and it was Zoe’s birthday just four days before that.
SURPRISE CHEEK PINCH!
Dad says this seems a bit posed for his tastes.
Zoe! Quit posing!
Better.
Ba ha ha ha ha!
Zoe can count on one hand the number of times she’s gathered bunny eggs in a field.
I don’t think this holiday makes any sense at all …
… but you know, I guess that makes it just like all the others.
Ahh … I feel better.
We needed to let some pumpkins rot on the front steps, so we headed out to PumpkinTown.
They have more than pumpkins, of course. For instance, there's mulch. I wonder ...
That's chewy!
Big sis thought her job was to organize everything.
ROGUE PUMPKIN!
She did this by herself, much to Mom's and Dad's amazement.
Good job, big sis.
Since it was one of the last warm days, dad took the opportunity to point his camera at the wrong things. These little guys are everywhere.
These guys too.
More of the same.
I guess this one is pretty cool.
Dad used the vintage f/2 macro for these.
It's pretty good, but I prefer modern lenses for closeup work.
Another leaf. Yep.
That's about it. Dad mercifully put all of these in one post, so the next one should have little if any filler.
Mom and Dad took Zoe and me to the most interesting farm I've ever seen.
Look! Instead of wheat and ponies and rainbows, this farm grows nothing but pumpkins!
Zoe--who was about 15 lb 8 oz and 25.5" tall--appreciated this unique farm as well.
This friendly BABY HORSE really liked my hay. She thought my hand was delicious too!
Zoe inherited dad's stoic cynicism--at least when it comes to this painted thing.
It pretty much wrecked her day.
Dad processed a few more photos. In this one, I'm sitting in front of some hay at the farm.
In this one, Big Sis is fascinated by flamingos.
This is the hole in the top of our mailbox. Dad thinks it's pretty interesting that mailboxes are made with rainholes on top.
This is one of the little plants in our front yard. Like my neighbor friend Simon (Riley: "SYBIT!") says, we pretty much just let whatever grow there.