Friday, 10 August 2012
The Eighty One Year Difference
I have wanted to publish this image for a long time for reasons unknown except to the affection one feels for one's blood. I know it may sound a bit incongruous but that's how things are considering that one was born in 1922 and the other in 2003.
This is a link through the use of an old ID picture (my mother was 18 years old at the time, so it must have been 1940) and my young daughter who will be nine in two days. One exists young and growing, and the other one remains forever eighteen years old, etched in an old black and white shot and of course in my memory to my dying day.