I tried to photograph my mother and her mother together at my grandmother’s apartment, where I like the lighting. I have tried this a few times, but I haven’t gotten something I like yet. On this occasion, my grandmother was really quite compliant & silent, tho she said she couldn’t figure out what’s going on. My mom is really quite talkative, which is lovely, tho talkative mouths are not quite as photogenic as mouths that keep their minds to themselves. Should I have a chance to attempt this again, I would have both of them stand near the window and look straight at the camera with their heads as close together as possible. I have a wide-angle lens & when things aren’t aligned, it really shows the foreshortening.

This is my favorite photo of my two old women together:

I love my mother’s face in this photo:

& I love my grandmother’s face in this photo— but what was my mom chatting about? I have no recollection.

There will be a time when there are no more naps.

I will miss the naps.

Seeking sunlight and a split-rail fence, I went to Iris’s school to take photos of a new doll I made.

Akiva wasn’t particularly delighted that I was not there to take photos of him.

So, of course, I had to take some photos of him.

I tried to get him to do one thing or another for the camera—

but he’s at his best when he’s acting like his regular self.

Somewhere in Eden, naked young children play amongst tall flowers growing by a river.