Toward the end of December (we know this is going back a long way at this point) Maya’s mom and sister came to visit us. They are the first quests we’ve had since Debbie and Dallas came to see us on California’s Central Coast. In cleaning up for their arrival Matt moved Asher’s cage from its normal spot in front of the fireplace. Asher, not to be deterred, sat down there anyway. We think he likes the drafts coming down the flue. He always seems to go for the drafty areas, especially if they are near tile or stone.
Well, the plane came in on time and Matt fetched the family from the Sky Harbor. We started out with a smallish tourist stop. We all went to Pueblo Grande. Of course, we’ve
seen it before, but it was neat to go again and walk around knowing what you were going to see. It makes for a little bit different experience. Also, the weather was a lot more pleasant than the last time we were there. So much cooler this time. It even rained a little while we were there.
Neha is in a journalism program so she had her camera along too. It’s a big fancy digital SLR. She and Matt had something of a one-upmanship thing going on. “Hey look at this flower.” *snap* “Oh that cactus is cool!” *snap* She
didn’t have a tripod, though. Maya had just gotten Matt one as part of his Christmas. We are almost always together while shopping so we can’t really hide anything from one another. So we don’t bother. He already had it. He loves using a tripod since including himself in the picture is a favorite thing to do. He used to borrow his Dad’s all the time. Now he has his own and he put it to good use. Look! It’s all of us in front of a (reconstruction of a) pit house.
And here’s another family portrait, because Maya likes it. It’s Phoenix founder Jack Swilling with his adopted Apache son, Chicken Hawk. The most-often reproduced version (used in our pervious post about Pueblo Grande) has the boy airbrushed out. This “real” version is on display in the museum at Pueblo Grande. Apparently, Swilling wanted to poke fun at the image he had acquired as a “wild west” ruffian. He posed with the gun and his son appeared as an armed Apache “bodyguard.” The plan somewhat back-fired as this is the only surviving photo of him, and it appears to only
confirm his
reputation.
Toward the end of December (we know this is going back a long way at this point) Maya’s mom and sister came to visit us. They are the first quests we’ve had since Debbie and Dallas came to see us on California’s Central Coast. In cleaning up for their arrival Matt moved Asher’s cage from its normal spot in front of the fireplace. Asher, not to be deterred, sat down there anyway. We think he likes the drafts coming down the flue. He always seems to go for the drafty areas, especially if they are near tile or stone.
Well, the plane came in on time and Matt fetched the family from the Sky Harbor. We started out with a smallish tourist stop. We all went to Pueblo Grande. Of course, we’ve seen it before, but it was neat to go again and walk around knowing what you were going to see. It makes for a little bit different experience. Also, the weather was a lot more pleasant than the last time we were there. So much cooler this time. It even rained a little while we were there.
Neha is in a journalism program so she had her camera along too. It’s a big fancy digital SLR. She and Matt had something of a one-upmanship thing going on. “Hey look at this flower.” *snap* “Oh that cactus is cool!” *snap* She didn’t have a tripod, though. Maya had just gotten Matt one as part of his Christmas. We are almost always together while shopping so we can’t really hide anything from one another. So we don’t bother. He already had it. He loves using a tripod since including himself in the picture is a favorite thing to do. He used to borrow his Dad’s all the time. Now he has his own and he put it to good use. Look! It’s all of us in front of a (reconstruction of a) pit house.
And here’s another family portrait, because Maya likes it. It’s Phoenix founder Jack Swilling with his adopted Apache son, Chicken Hawk. The most-often reproduced version (used in our pervious post about Pueblo Grande) has the boy airbrushed out. This “real” version is on display in the museum at Pueblo Grande. Apparently, Swilling wanted to poke fun at the image he had acquired as a “wild west” ruffian. He posed with the gun and his son appeared as an armed Apache “bodyguard.” The plan somewhat back-fired as this is the only surviving photo of him, and it appears to only confirm his reputation.
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