My daughter and I were in the park one day last spring. It was an excursion like many others we`ve had, her with one of her funky hats and silly sashes and me with my camera, taking shots of anything and everything that looked even remotely interesting enough to paint. We were walking when I stopped and started taking a series of shots of her walking away from me down the path. I remember the little panic attack I had when she got as far as that curve up ahead there and I called out for her to stop and wait. I know it was silly, we were in a public park in broad daylight but I still didn`t like her that far from me. I don`t know why, maybe I`m just not ready to watch her walk around that curve, disappear behind the row of trees, and on down the path to a life of her own. A life that doesn`t include weekly excursions to interesting places with her dad. I won`t be ready this spring either or the next. I`m pretty sure I`ll never see a spring come when I might be ready for that. I know it will come, and sooner than later so I`m going to squeeze the most out of every moment while she still wants me by her side. Walking down her path.