Before walking there is bungy walking. Scarlett tells me it’s like walking on the moon. And then she bounces around to make a point of it. It looks like fun. Makes you wonder, do they make these in full size?
Another photog, another angle. And another face.
Pusi-pusi.
Sure’s cool when there is enough hair on the bopping mop to make a mohawk! Say, is that the new member of the New York Dolls?
“Coz I’m a punkrocker, yes I am!”
They say you should start early. Little motorcycle ace Scarlett climbed atop daddy’s big bike. And behold - just like her dad always does, she immediately reaches for the throttle…
Brum brum bruuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm!!!
You blink, and the leaves are yellow. But you can always delve and dive inside your brain to find the sunshine again. Yes, ooh there, that’s a good spot…
The beginning of my vacation was the opposite of what I had been expecting; a combination of a wet slap in my face and a deep stab in my back - but begone, it went all beautiful from there.
My little family of three had the loveliest-dovliest time in the glittering archipelago. The very best friends have come and gone, we’ve travelled, we’ve partied, we’ve picked blueberries in the forest underneath the seagulls that go ka-kaa, ka-kaa. We’ve smoked a lot of fish, we’ve sweated in the sauna, we’ve been swimming and surfing and disappearing along the twisty roads to the thrum of the Ducati twin and the rush of the wind. Oh, so long sweet summer, sorely missed already in September.
September schmeptember. Let’s party like it’s June and July. Here’s Scarlett. She might be growing as fast as Jimmy The Giant, and singing as loud as Maria Callas, and crawling at the speed of Usain Bolt, but she still fits into a tiny tub of water.
And the same from a bird’s - or dad’s - perspective. Ho ho hoo. I must smile. Because I love my little troll.
Verily, verily, verily. So long sweet summer, sorely missed already in September.