the world outside my window

I am always charmed by the intense interest Baxter seems to have with the goings on outside his window. A curious blend of innocence, yearning, patience, and hope that makes my little boyfriend's endeavor that much more endearing.

Yesterday, when I almost let the entire morning slip by, consumed by my quest to find a specific picture amongst the gigabytes of jpegs that is my hard drive, I looked over at Baxter, and found him quietly intrigued by the scene before him. Forget the jpeg. It was time to go hunting with my little boy.