Category: family

new year


I know the T. Wolfe rule , you can’t go home again. And so, tried to snap this house one last time. Home of my step-dad. North bank of the James River, under a dense arboreal canopy, within earshot of the trains. It’s been a place of stability, comfort, beauty, work, love. He raised a family here early on. More recently, the past decade, this the home for an older married couple.
Oh lost!

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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.