I can’t help but remember Andrew’s getting red jell-o salad on my white shirt at a fold dinner (and all over his clothes…and face…”Hey, Mistuh Wob!”). And I’ll never forget the plain sheet of paper perched on the piano with a few notes scattered accross it, apparently waiting for Laura’s muse to return. It was entitled “The Lonely Boy.” Such angst for a young girl…
Every cliche about kids growing up you can insert here, now. Great shots! Thanks for sharing them.
March 31, 2008 at 6:52 am
I can’t help but remember Andrew’s getting red jell-o salad on my white shirt at a fold dinner (and all over his clothes…and face…”Hey, Mistuh Wob!”). And I’ll never forget the plain sheet of paper perched on the piano with a few notes scattered accross it, apparently waiting for Laura’s muse to return. It was entitled “The Lonely Boy.” Such angst for a young girl…
Every cliche about kids growing up you can insert here, now. Great shots! Thanks for sharing them.