Shannon left for the day to go shopping with friends and buy things that collect dust, because dust is beautiful and we collect it. So while she was gone, I took the kids to a park down the street, fenced and razorwired. Keeps my wandering beasties in as well as it keeps the Mara Salvatrucha out. The park is so secure that the only way to get in is to give the guard a numerical password, or else ask really nicely.
The day was overcast. Heavy, waterlogged air softened and refracted the daylight so that it lit the world from the bottom and sides, as well as from overhead. It was a good day to have a camera but a bad day to be Grace, who fell off the teeter-totter right after I took the picture above, or Savannah, who climbed a tree that turned out to be home to a lot of fire ants. Oops. Her bad.