I have to give you a break from the all cats all the time blog.
I was looking through slides I've scanned and found a theme. Did the erstwhile photographer (mother, aunt, uncle?) ask me to be serious, or was I just moody?
The sun is in my eye.
Leave me alone, I have a book to read.
The happi coat is obviously not making me happy.
This brownie looks a little blue.
It's tough to be a flapper with only a candy cigarette.
I prefer to be a wallflower.
Maybe it's genetic. My Norwegian aunts look downright grim. (Hold on, the Grimms are the other side of the family.)
No, the more I think about it, the more I think it was my small act of rebellion. Smile? Say cheese? I don't think so. One little stab at independence.