Tuesday, November 16, 2010
We live about a mile from where my family lived when I was born. It's funny visiting places that I remember from my own early childhood, places that are familiar from memories, stories, images. And every now and then I realize that my own children are walking the same ground I walked on, touching the same surfaces, living the same stories.
Above: Zosia and me, separated by a few decades but kindred kindred spirits nevertheless. Can you tell who's who?