I recently came across this photo in one of my Dad's Facebook albums:
I love everything about this. I love the people in it: my parents and grandparents. I love Dad's outfit and swoopy bit of bang across his forehead; Mom's long (for her) hair; the way my Oma's head is tilted toward my Grandma, with her arms around her and an oft-worn charm bracelet dangling from her wrist; Grandma's colorful smock and that facial expression I recognize in many a family member; Grandpa in the back, just as I remember him, sporting a goatee and exhibiting quiet charm.
These are the faces of people who are responsible for my existence and right now they're all just looking at me from an era in which I wasn't yet a thought. Three of these faces are no longer here; two of them have aged with a few lines created by those smiles. The look of this scene is so dated and yet there are so many things about it that remain timeless.
Photography kind of blows my mind sometimes.
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