My son Nathaniel had a bright idea. He saw photos of fathers and sons taken many years ago. And matched up with a present photo of the same father/son combination.
He phoned me to say he had photo of us both when he was, I’m guessing here, a year old.
“I’ve seen photos pairing fathers and sons,” he said, “taken years ago coupled with the same father and son in a recent photo. You and I should do the same. I have an old photo we could use.”
Nathaniel came over last night. He insisted we wear, as close as possible, the same lookin
g outfits we wore in the earlier photo.
Button-down denim shirts. Jeans on him. Tan pants on me. God knows why I had tan pants on, and not Levis.
The big problem wasn’t matching the outfits so much. It was my son sitting – as he did then – on my lap. On a picnic table. He weighs somewhere in excess of 175 pounds; me far, far less.
Rosanne took the photo. Several of them. Emphasizing pretty much the same outfits, the same pose, the same look on our faces.
Author’s comment: Look at the enclosed photos side by side. Same expressions? Which gives me a thought. Anyone reading this might do the same thing. And why not mothers and daughters? It’s catching the moment so many years ago, along with the present, that had me choking up.
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