IN THE TENTH YEAR OF THE PANDEMONIUM

IN THE TENTH YEAR OF THE PANDEMONIUM

Wednesday, May 4, 2022


 I am so struck by this photograph.

The old lady looks upon the child with love.  The child is absorbing, not repelled.  Does she know the old woman.  But there are clouds and blue sky.  Is the old lady really there with her?  I know its a car window.

Do they look upon themselves?

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