My brother’s recent visit reminded me of this favorite photo from the early 1940s. In it, my brother, at play in front of our grandmother’s home, is less the subject than is the shadow of our father, who caught himself in the act of taking the photo. Accidental? Perhaps.
It may have been an accident, but the photo looks like the cover of a mystery novel! Fantastic.
Ha! Ha! I can see that!
Love this photo. What a wonderful memory.
It predates me by a few years, so it is a time I never knew except through photos. Parents tend not to be in photos (someone has to take the photo!), so this either was Dad’s way of including himself or a happy accident.