tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-41366221992069627702008-07-02T08:47:00.007-04:002008-07-02T11:14:01.991-04:002008-07-02T11:14:01.991-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGt5so1ESeI/AAAAAAAABI4/JxVBl6_AHeE/s1600-h/Untitled-18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGt5so1ESeI/AAAAAAAABI4/JxVBl6_AHeE/s400/Untitled-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218398401020053986" /></a><br />I love this photograph. It is from my friend's family album. Old photographs are transforming. We are never as good as the people in old photographs, it seems, not nearly as funny or serious. In comparison, we lack depth like pieces of sheet tin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGt-nCSH-cI/AAAAAAAABJA/Tea1zliPaMc/s1600-h/ray,nancyshoulders,harry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGt-nCSH-cI/AAAAAAAABJA/Tea1zliPaMc/s400/ray,nancyshoulders,harry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218403802331740610" /></a><br />Here is a picture of my father's family, his brother and sister-in-law, his nephew and his nephew's future wife. Why do I never take off my shirt and lift girls onto my shoulders? I just don't know how to have fun, I guess. Or maybe it is just a lack of living, too many hours with television, then computers.  The cold xenon light.  Shallow, like sheets of cut tin.cafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.com2