Vintage Photo Essay con Kitty

As I mentioned, Jake’s Christmas contribution to my life warranted its own post both for its bulk and its heart.




You all remember Tsi-Shi?

Well, on December 26th I drove JQ (Emma!) and myself four hours south from cousins and breakfasts and puppies through the grey ice rain along the coast over bridges, through pine forests and traffic circles all the way to that little tendril of Maryland from which Jake originates, a house balanced between bay and lake, on the safe side of cliffs that grow smaller each year. Their little Christmas tree with all its little baubles, lights, and paper cranes held beneath it a multitude of wrapped niceties, many of which are highlighted in my previous entry.

And, there was this.





A collection of photographs of baby Jake, baby Tsi-Shi. (Some Tillie in there for good measure.)

A real treasure trove.











(Olive must have inherited her bite-bite-bite from Uncle Tsi-Shi.)




















Tsi-Shi is older, Jake is older, but they both still sprawl by the little woodstove, flopped with limbs pointing in impossible directions, conducting stoic staring contests and swatting at the dog. I think they’ve really rubbed off on each other, and they are both beloved to me.



About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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