I had a thought over the weekend.
I remembered the days when my father used to take my sister and I out into the back yard and photograph us together.
It suddenly appeared to me that 'we' had never had our portrait taken together.
Having our portrait taken was like, we actually were two different people, more realistic.
The problem is . . . this starts a whole new series of photographs I yearn to create.
Here is our first family portrait.