I took my mother to her annual checkup at Kaiser. I always take the opportunity to photograph her. It took a half-dozen shots before I got her to smile even this much. It is not that she is sad. She’s not. She’s actually in pretty good spirits. But her relaxed face is not s smile.
Isabel Samaras’ opening at Varnish Fine Art.
If one’s parents are going to drag one all over Seattle while they live out their nostalgia for relative youth, especially by frequenting dank, hipster, second-hand shops, there could at least be a big comfy couch on which to rest.
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