Grandson Knox in the playpen, plotting his escape.
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"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."— Susan Sontag
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3 comments:
I wonder what's going through his little mind there? :0) Sweet boy!!
Cute picture! So glad we got to visit with him tonight.
Hah! What a face!!
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