Photos: Trip with my Daughter in Denver

The Courthouse, better out than in, I always say.
 
Lady taking her parrot on a walk as one does.

That notebook is for note taking at the Denver Aquarium. That face is for adorable.

Same notebook, new face.

The face of a girl petting sting rays.

She loved the two finger petting of the sting rays.

Looking face to face at a weird fish.

A fish thinking we are the weird ones.

The most photogenic of all sea creatures, the jelly fish. Showoffs.
Art museum face. We LOVED the art museum so much.

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