|The pleasure of secrets|
I met this little cutie at a party and I never did figure out that thing she wasn't going to tell me.
|The pleasure of popcorn|
The kids flocked to the popcorn at this Ethiopia-fest last summer. They weren't so interested in the coffee beans roasting in a pan nearby.
|The pleasure of wet sand|
My little grandson at his daddy's feet, discovering the beach.
|The pleasure of helping|
The daughter of a hazelnut vendor likes to help out at the farmer's market. Her hair is almost as red as the shelling machine! (I didn't do a thing to this photo, honest!)
|The pleasure of being creative|
Teenagers count as children, don't they? This pair of high school pals set themselves up at the farmer's market with a pad of paper and a typewriter. For a donation of money they wrote original poems on any topic you requested. Best. Idea. Ever.
Jeesh, it's been months since I last linked to Friday My Town Shoot-Outs, where the weekly theme is tied to where you live and what you see locally. You should go there and check it out.