The Claytons have four cubs to their name, so much stopping and exploring was to be expected on this Sunday afternoon hike to Moana Falls. (Hike is a somewhat ambitious word. More like a pleasant stroll.)
Childhoods are transient things. Full of journeys and pitstops and places you pack with memories along the way. Because maybe one day, you'll come back and find them again. I have this picture of me from when I was a kid. I'm about four, and I'm eating a banana next to our car on the side of a dusty road. Everytime I look at it, a flood of memories washes over me. I remember that roadrip with the Banana Stop. I don't remember how we got there or what we did after, but I remember vividly that moment in time.
When we get to photograph families, I always tell myself that's what we're doing. We're capturing moments in time for them, to always remember, even after all the other memories around it grow fuzzy with the passing years. In this case, a time on a magical island when a when there was much climbing of trees and there were many so-little Claytons scurrying around and helping each other up.