i have noticed in life that there is almost never a way to photograph a moment; by which i mean the moments that a friend of mine once called “golden moments”, and i doubt i need to explain what they are (although they are often so much more modest in nature than people might think).
by some amazing luck this afternoon, i caught one.

the elements that came together to make this moment began with my son announcing: “after i finish my popcorn, and after you finish your putier (computer), can i snuggle with you? i would like to do that. and then we turn the tv on.”
we proceeded to watch — three times, back to back — his favorite episode of the monkees, in which richard kiel plays a frankenstein-monsterlike-android that learns to sing and play the guitar.
in the midst of this, claudia joined us, situating herself between us and the television and attempting to read us “a story about african amirahs” (her latest mash-up of her birth name, amirah, and the phrase “african-american”). this “story” was flash of the spirit: african and afro-american art and philosophy, by robert farris thompson.
the unusual angle is a result of béla sitting on my head while i took the picture with my phone.
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