I didn't take a picture today. I thought about taking a picture of my right thumb. I sort of half ripped off my thumbnail the other day, and have a hello kitty bandage on to protect it, but it is too dark to get a good shot.
I looked into my archives and found a favorite shot from when I was in Thailand five years ago.
It is of my brother-in-law Lan, and our niece Nim, who was about 3 at the time. She was born a few months after Malida and I were married, 8 years ago. I call this picture "The Two Innocents".
Lan is pretty well incapacitated by mental illness, but he and I get along well and love each other. I gave him the hat he is wearing in the photo, the year before, and he wore it every day until I got him a new one. Whenever I visit, he always digs into his treasure and gives me something important to him--maybe a book where he made notes, or a belt buckle or something. I keep them all. Before he became ill he was a school teacher. Whenever Malida calls to see how they are doing, Lan always asks, "When is Michael coming back?"
Another of Lan, when we visited the village where Grandma lives. Whenever I look at this picture, I wonder what he is thinking about. Were I to caption this, I would call it "Lan lost in the wilderness".
Interestingly, Nim often asks when I am coming back as well. Whenever I am there, she is like my shadow. She loves that I like to take pictures of her. I was standing around one day and she came up to me and asked (in Thai), aren't you going to take my picture?
So I did.