week twenty-five

I didn't take it...but I asked for it to be taken.

With Alex at the Bronx Zoo (the second time). Photo by Ann Marie

week twenty-four

week twenty-three

International Day at school. Here she is looking All-American.

week 22

not a single picture in my library

week twenty-one

Just before bedtime we headed over to the angel (otherwise known as Palace Square) to see what, if anything, was still going on for St. Petersburg's birthday celebration. We heard the very beginning of a set by a renowned Muscovite jazz musician named Sergei (according to his intro).

This was before he came on. The girl can dance!

week twenty

Yeah. I thought you'd notice.

I'm not very good at choosing ONE picture each week.
And didn't I say this blog wasn't just going to be darling
photos of my little cherub? Huh.

Well, change is good.

This week: Peterhoff!

(And believe me, that was selective.)

also week nineteen

A quiet morning in the park behind Church on Spilled Blood.

And an afternoon of bubbles on Palace Square.