He’s long not wanted to be photographed, my son. His mother likes to make photographs of herself.
His wheelbarrow had a crack in it. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, he said.
He likes black and white photographs of himself. For now.
The way I looked in my recent color photographs. I was hoping no one would notice.
Take some pictures of us! We’re a totem pole, my son said, perched on his father’s shoulders.
I made a photograph.
The way my clear eyed husband looked in black and white. Flawless and direct and part of a totem pole.