A few weeks ago, an accident occurred while my wife reorganized photo albums. She cut up an older black-color storage sheet, to which a portrait stubbornly and stealthily clung. Seeing and liking the image, I asked about taping together the two sheared portions. Annie took quick action before I could even think to.
I don’t know location, exact timing, or photographer. “June `95” is stamped on back of the print. If taken then, and I suspect earlier, our daughter would have been about 10 months old. But my eyes always look first to the beautiful mother. How could they not?