StellaJo

Post bath rest

What’s there?

In uneven light

Playing at Dada’s feet

With my old pal, Daniel

We got shy

Lunch with Hully

Dealing (with happy) cards

In crossfire

Fresh Choiced out

Sitting in Jack London’s house

Climbing through his table

Exploring his living room

Sitting in his chair

and on his staircase

Aaaah

Stopping for a sip

Pronounced “noun”, meaning “down”

Backpack traveler

Rushing to the Sebastopol library

Walk the line at the Guerneville library

Making a picture of Nagyi in the Armstrong Woods forest

I go (to Dada)

Jumping in one

My hair and me flying

Star pose

A hand to hang on

We are forest fairies

Good thing that tree stopped falling

Wawa for baba

What am I, chopped liver or wood?

Waiting with Nagyi

Step up

Echoing barrel walk

That’s a fire “engine”?

Garcon, where is our melange?

Behind Graton’s grates

At the Bamboo garden

Can I come down now, Dada?

Wedged between Dada’s nack and monkey bars

Looking out from the gates of learning

Riding free

Stopped to smell a flower

This boat may be too small for me

Getting ready to slide

Tik-tak

Should I jump or not?

Running while being walked

Standing on Dada’s feet

Nagyi arrived

Three ladies strolling on the streets of San Francisco

Russian bakery

You cannot ruing my joy of chocolate eating with your picture taking

Both Grandma said that the kvas is not for me, I better believe them

Spiraling down

Honoring 9/11

Hiding behind a symbol

Looking up to it

Hitching a ride

Wedged in

Running around

Bowing down

Carried away

After brunch, before Unc and MJ taking off