I was thinking about the photo I found at work from 1966 (and hence the drawing) and I was reminded of how difficult it is to keep photos preserved especially in places with high humidity. I found this photo from my stash as a reminder of that. I no longer live in such a place, but my relatives still do. I visited them in 2000 and I remember being sad when looking through some of their photo albums, and having them point out to me people who were important to them, but whose faces I could no longer see. Anyway, here’s a photo of my sister in 1979. You can only see the legs but you get the idea. Maybe this works better as a painting.
