i had forgotten that he called himself this. he put that stool in the middle of the carpet, chose his books, told me the stories as well as he could remember or interpret through the drawings, and he called himself a stoyrteller. for an hour afterwards, he asked, "aren't i a great storyteller?" or congratulated himself on being a great storyteller.
this is one of the reasons i am so addicted to photographs. i had forgotten, and this photo with his finger pointing, brought that memory back to me. i so want to cherish these moments but they can get lost. and found.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Storyteller
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Man he is such a treasure, Autumn. I love that fall of blonde hair over his forehead, the little finger pointing to the words - a great storyteller indeed.
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