Not in any particular order, this page features a collection of portraits of us in 2008. That’s what this website is all about, after all!
Rather than adding good portraits to preexisting pages on the site, beginning in 2008 they were placed on pages in each year’s Journal. Most of these other pages refer to an event or holiday. This one simply collects portraits. Not real and formal portraits, which are far from our cup of tea, but the other kind, the more relaxed kind.
2008 felt like a good year for our kind of portraits.
Christmas eve gave us a bunch of good portraits in 2008, most notably here, as well as the one on the right below of Daphne, Alban and Noe in front of our intricately decorated Christmas tree in the living room at home. Our Christmas trees were all pretty special!
Although attendance can be a little spottier as the years progress and the older children live further afield, the only one who consistently lived a long way away in 2008 was Tom. He was thus the only one missing from Alban‘s birthday, and we all missed his birthday too a few weeks later, for the same reason.
He wasn’t with us all year long, which it took me a while to get accustomed to, and our principal sources of photos of Tom in 2008 were his MySpace and Facebook pages.
I duly browsed them regularly, and from time to time found a photo which was presentable in a public place: many were not! Well, that’s what happens if you’re an 18 year-old boy!
Plus he was very happy to be out and about in Paris, and to have “escaped” from Santa Cruz. That’s how he put it: “escaped.” Until he talked about why he left in later years, I had no idea how unhappy he had been, or why. Blew that one.
Other pictures of Tom in Paris in 2008 are here.
“And now for something completely different!” as they used to say on Monty Python. Home in Santa Cruz features dozens of young redwoods, that have grown since the area was logged in the late 1800s to build houses in San Francisco and the rest of the Bay Area.
To complement the redwoods, we have learned a healthy respect for the poison oak that blossoms, if that is the word, each spring on our property.
If you are allergic, as some of us are, it takes a week of cortisone, a very powerful drug, to cure the body’s reaction to poison oak. Yet it looks harmless, a sprig of oak, little more than a bush at most, as in the photo below left.
The one on the left deserves special mention, even though it is one of the less auspicious portraits of the year!
Here are the other 2008 photo journal pages: