K and the Boy have returned from two weeks in Poland. We spoke on the phone, we video chatted via Skype, but the simple fact was they were there while the Girl and I were here.

And yet we look through the pictures K took and it’s just as if we went there: the familiar visits; the time spent around the kitchen table; the walks in the fields around K’s folks’ house; the pictures at the small chapel on the way to the river; breakfast with the sun streaming through the window; the silly play on the kitchen floor.

We weren’t there, but we can see the whole story in a handful of pictures.