Last year, Thanksgiving, I tried to sit my cousins and their children in this chair, snap portraits (4×5″ film). This year I am settling for one digital photo of Lois, made possible through the dog wrangling skills of Peyton Fitzhugh and Lana Sachs.
Lois was queen for the day. Sophie stayed home, did deep cleaning on the broccoli casserole pot, realizing the Cinderella benefits.
Cousin Ned and family in the UK this year. Missed them like sin. Always missing someone on Thanksgiving.
And when the dew fell upon the camp in the night, the manna fell upon it.
My dear friend MGLS said “Bill Emory, you can take the world’s worst portraits.” She was right.
my neighbor relocates