Grown children are so elusive.
You can't force them in front of the camera any more.
You have to wait for an opportune moment.
I got a nice picture of Frank at his last piano recital.
And I begged for one of him in his beret
to send to his Grandma (a print is in the mail!).
Why a beret, you ask?
He needs to cover his hair for work
and it's so much more Frank than a hairnet or a beanie.
Thanks for the picture, Frank!