the good old days

I was just going to let that photo be, but, it would be too cryptic. Now, I did not cause my youngest brother to flop headfirst sideways into that chair in our old house about 20 years ago. But I did enjoy watching it happen. (What possibly makes it is that is Easter - my brother is wearing his blue "short pant suit.") That might sound awful; I wasn't the most "mothering" older sister. My everyday was filled with the minor battles of young boys - I had four brothers at home. My sister and I watched somewhat at a distance, though we of course joined the fray when we could, with almost complete immunity.

Living with that many people, watching all of those different faces, emotions, moods, and almost imperceptible growth patterns, cannot help but to have molded both my observance as a photographer and my voracious interest in human dynamics.

And that picture can still make me laugh.