11 years ago I rang his doorbell. I was taking him to the movies. He opened the door with a warning, “Don’t talk with Mama, Pappy! We’re goin’ to see “Shrek”.
Am going to try using encaustic pigment on this photograph today but am stuck in the well of nostalgia right at the moment. He is named for my late brother who died two years before he was born and the little boy is now almost 15.
I think I’m gonna have “a lie down.”
