Now it's Nabokovian...

Most of my childhood pictures not being digital, and as I am one of the primary photographers in my rather large family, there were not many photographs to choose from. This singular snapshot from the recent past currently resides on the memory card of my sister's newly acquired camera which can most likely be detected in the glare of both our glasses. Mine are prescription, hers purely decorative. She is pictured on the left, her right arm stretching out and almost obscuring my person in an attempt to capture us both in the frame. The gray seat cover in the upper left belongs to my little red car, a red similar to the red of my sister's tanktop. It was quite hot on this day as can be seen in the sun beating down on my sister and myself, seconds before we fled the car to enjoy the playful breezes. In the far distance, through the dust encrusted window behind us, one can see pine trees so indicative of the northwest. We are, at this point, in Idaho, after a lengthy drive on our way to the west coast. We have stopped momentarily to take in the ambiance of this campground adjacent rest stop. The red beads around my sister's neck are actually small beans, naturally red, and were a gift from our family in Portugal. I have an identical chain, though I am not wearing mine. The black feather earrings that are attempting to hide in the voluminous mass that is my recently straightened hair flutter in the slightest breeze like the movement of so many tiny sparrows, making me think of flight every time I wear them. These are perhaps most fitting for this occasion, as we fled the rampant restrictions of sedentary life in favor of discoveries yet unknown.