Popa takes a picture. This was the only trip we took with S's whole family. When she was young, they traveled together all the time.
Z is sad at Monte Albán. It was hot, and it's hard to have an archaeologist as a father.
When Z was 1, we went to a wedding in Italy. Her grandfather played the guitar for her.
A small F seems rather unimpressed by the Zilker Kite Festival.
I did finally take him to the mountains and the ocean. And he got to meet his cousins.
Z in front of her contribution to the Wall of Welcome. She did some of the tree shadow tiles.
F on a pony at his very late third birthday party. He wore his long hair in a samurai bun.
My first dig. I'm the teenager on the left, holding a kite for aerial photography. I was fifteen.
Not much snow in Austin.
Z and F running through a sprinkler in the late afternoon of a May day.
Z and her grandparents at the top of Poet's Seat Tower in Greenfield, when she was small.
Pub night in the student cafe at Swat, probably a Thursday in late fall 1994. We were so young then.
Two happy days camping in the Crimean mountains with a friend and his family. I always wanted a UAZ.
Our first real family vacation, in northern Arizona. We saw the Crater and stayed at La Posada.
Hibiscus flowers are stunning. But they only look like this for a day or two before they crumple and fall.
The study in my grandparents' house, the last time I visited while my grandmother was alive.