Suburban Chicago, Spring 1961. My Dad snapped a lot of photos, and I used to tire of the process. The manual adjustments took time, and I was impatient to transition to another activity. This image captures me just as I am ready to end the photography session. Dad already had taken a number of photos that day; you can see them here, here, and here.
2 comments:
Oh, boy, do pictures like that take me back.
My sister had a couple of dresses like that and I remember the pictures.
This blog is a real time machine for me.
Thanks, Irene.
You are very welcome.
I especially remember those shoes.
Post a Comment