Stasia, Amos

This was to be the last full day of my granddaughter Stasia's visit, so, on a beautiful, warm-but-not-lethal day, we went to the lake. Of course we went to the lake. We've gone to the lake for part of almost every day since she arrived more than two weeks ago. It was breezy and gorgeous, with water the perfect temperature for wading in and swimming, and if there was any drawback to the day whatsoever, it was when Stasia and my grandson Lucas begged me for ice cream—of course, protestations to the contrary, I gave in—and we discovered, to our horror, that there was no longer any Strawberry Shortcake on the menu. But Stasia is nothing if not resilient, and in the golden glow of late afternoon—that perfect time for capturing images—she let it be known that even the lack of a proper treat was not going to interfere with her joy.