It's great to have a grandchild who has been trained to be patient and wait without complaint while one of his companions stops to take photos.
When my camera isn't trained on Aiden's it's pointed at Mt Taranaki. The mountain was out in her early season dusting of snow when I arrived on Friday. In the evening, as the last of the sun was sitting gently on its slopes, I drove up to the end of the road on which my daughter lives.
Yesterday afternoon Bill and I took Aiden for a walk before it got too cold. I thought perhaps the cloud was lifting. But no.
How lucky am I to have two such perfect subjects while visiting Taranaki? And Now I better grab a bite for lunch and charge the camera before the little man wakes from his nap.