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.
3 comments:
I always do prefer stoic children. It makes no sense, but I get them.
I love looking back at old photos, although I wasn't sure at first if these were or not as they don't look dated. My stepdad was a photographer and always taught me to not pose for the camera, so many of my shots are similar. Beautiful, you. :)
LOL. No wait, no LOL'ing. Love this post.
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