I take the same picture over and over. It's many pictures: it's the shot--looking bright-blue skyward--of blossom laden branches in the spring. It's also landscape of people at the beach. Right now it's Edie, in our backyard, and water. Or Edie, wreathed in her sweetness, against the wood of our floors. I keep taking these pictures because I keep thinking that these moments are beautiful and special.