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Things often run in pairs, sometimes in triads or other fractions of clusters.
The mother of my son’s girlfriend moved a few years ago from where she rented (to be near her daughter at the time) to a place she bought in a senior community nearby.
I helped with the process.
Where she rented was a bit small, even for one person.
With good fortune, her destination was somewhat more spacious.
Everyone has a story, and hers, of course, was unique to her.
She had an artistic bent, which found expression in black and white photography. She was president of a camera club in the state in which she lived, exhibited, and won awards.
I think Ansel Adams and she might have found common ground.
She was also a visual artist (oils) and managed a small gallery in the late 1980s.
Her one-time goal was to photograph every national park in the USA, but foot injuries prevented active hiking.
Her sketches, including one of her daughter as a young woman, had appeal.
I saw a resemblance between her daughter and her that I’d not appreciated before.
Like mother, like daughter, I thought.
