Caleb wrote his name in someone's wet cement in our town for me to come across years later.
This is only one of many places he did this. If you have wet cement, it is an open invitation for my son to create.
This is one of the ways we are different, though we are very much the same. I could never do this and never would. He is on the lookout for places to leave his mark.
With his orange hair and height, he stands out in any crowd. He's drawn attention since he was a baby, and no one even looked at me until I was 50 years old and thin.
I wish now I had seen the difference as something to be treasured. Instead, I wanted it to disappear. Now he has disappeared, but we are still collaborating.
I took this photo when walking and taking photos after I first got thin. I was surprised to find it and showed it too him. He knew exactly where this was and liked my framing and composition in this shot.
This post is for the monomad daily contest by 
’s creation which inspired my text today. I hope he will return to steemit soon with more of his work. I used a Canon ELPH160 point and shoot camera for this photo.
