We had a photo booth at my daughter’s Bat Mitzvah last weekend, and when the event ended the guy who owned the business handed me a file with all of the pictures.
There were hundreds upon hundreds, featuring kids in masks, kids in funny hats, adults in masks, adults in funny masks. There were goofy expressions and extended tongues and laughs and giggles and smirks and clucks.
The above image is, by far, my favorite.
It’s my cousin Harriet, who lives out here in Southern California. We used to see one another every decade or so, hence moving to the West Coast has really reintroduced me to a lovely woman. Harriet is fun and smart and a great conversationalist. I’m not sure of her age, but she walks and speaks with a 22-year-old’s vigor and oomph.
I don’t know what, exactly, prompted her to take a solo picture alongside a towel, but I hope—truly, truly, truly hope—I always have that impulse, too.