Strawberry fields forever

Celebrating Father's Day and the fact that both Bella's parents are at home for a week or so, we went to a festival that included strawberry picking, out in rural Oregon. I wanted a good shot of father and daughter for this day, and I got one of Bella with each parent that I'm posting among my almost-blips, but it is this moment that finally wins my heart: tossing away the stem-end, a drop of strawberry juice on her chin, eyes closed in pleasure of a sun-warmed Mt. Hood strawberry.

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