Hijo is always on the lookout for rainbows. He knows the conditions that make them possible and watches the sky intently when it is cloudy, rainy, and sunny all at the same time. Therefore it was with a bit of wistfulness that I noticed the best rainbow EVER yesterday and Hijo wasn't home to see it.
Fotos of rainbows are always pale imitations of the real thing. For one, it was too big and too close to fit into the frame. The intensity of the colors just don't shine through, either.
I am somewhat jaded to the whole rainbow experience; ya seen one, ya seen 'em all. I suppose that's part of why we become parents, to be in the company of someone who thinks that everything good or beautiful or tasty is the best EVER.
Hijo's been away for a couple of days and I am missing him. He would have wanted to take a foto of the rainbow, too. He got a little digitial camera for Christmas and has been toting it around and pointing it in my face a lot.
"What can I take a picture of?" has become a common question in our house.
Last weekend, he and I saw something pretty cool that I did manage to get a foto of. It's yet another natural thing that's difficult to photograph well.
It's a jellyfish! Jellyfish are quite common in the waters of Puget Sound, but they are usually clear. This one was mostly egg-yolk colored and big. It swam all around the marina, attracting attention wherever it went. It was, of course, the best jellyfish EVER.
On our way home, we passed by the skate park and watched the skaters speed around and down into the deep bowls of concrete and up again. I imagined Hijo in a few years hanging out there with his friends, wanting no part of mom on a Sunday. I hope he'll still take the time to look up at the sky, and I hope he'll remember that each moment of his life is the best. Ever.