My mother took this 'portrait' of my father and I in my kitchen, through the mirror on the side of an antique set of American scales we have in our kitchen. Its a slightly spooky image of me in the old mirror and I love the overlaid texture....and Dad's expression, I can't remember what our conversation was about at the time....
There were cups of tea involved.....
1 comment:
Love it Tara.
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