So they all tried to figure out why I was missing. It seemed rather strange.
I asked her to describe the picture, which she did in great detail. Suddenly, I knew exactly why I wasn't in the picture.
What's your guess?
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5 comments:
You weren't born yet?
You were the photographer?
a, thanks, but I'm second oldest.
yona, you're most probably right. I'm pretty sure I took the picture. The more I see it the more familiar it seems, and it's my sort of composition.
Drat, I'm late and my guess was already taken - and wrong. Good photo, though, if it is yours!
Jennifer, thanks, I'm sure I took it. I have others from the same time period. In those days we only took one per pose. It was all so expensive. That helped me develop a very good eye. To this day I rarely take more than one or two of a scene. And of course I don't crop.
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