Chasing the Light
The boys have been chasing fireflies at twilight the past few nights. As dusk falls, they run to grab plastic containers and I run to grab my camera, and we all dash around the lawn in our separate pursuit of that which is so bright and fleeting.
Sometimes they catch what they are after.
Sometimes I almost do, too.
Sometimes they catch what they are after.
Sometimes I almost do, too.
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—Kyran, 11:23 AM
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Catching fireflies are my most favorite memories with my cousins who grew up living in Indiana.
Every summer we'd go out at night, running around... and I'd always wish I could trade places with them... let them live in California while I stayed near my grandparents.
Beautiful photos.
In the little, Texas town where my Father's family lives, we called them Lightning Bugs.
Great pictures.
Hello, Kyran.
I've been reading your blog for several months. Judging purely from the little slice of you that you share with us, I think you're intelligent, thoughtful, uplifting and beautiful. I've never left comments before, but I really miss fireflies (I, too, called them lightening bugs growing up in Missouri). I never see them here in Minnesota. I hate that I'm going to miss sharing that experience with my kids. Maybe they'll be out when we visit family next week. Thanks for reminding me!
thank you, teresa. that is so kind and so timely. :-)
hello, scott.
I've written on my blog about how much I miss the fireflies now that we're here in Arizona. (Before we moved, I didn't know that they don't live west of the Rockies...)
My kids will have to experience them when we spend time at our lake house in Indiana.
Great photos--I love the motion.
As kids we called them lightning bugs too. In Indiana no less. Love the pictures, Kyran.
Kyran,
I just read your December 16 entry titled The Missing. It moved me to tears, and is my favorite piece I have read by you. Family is the greatest thing in the world, even when the major players in one's own are gone or out of sight.
Wishing you a happy Fathers' Day.
Lightning Bugs on Summer evenings, like childhood, elusive, fleeting and magical. Thanks.
The last photo is great Kyran. You caught it.
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