lineage
aikithereska
You’re in the city with your eldest son, a child about whom you’ve lately worried you’ve never had much in common. He’s headed off to college, and you’re fighting that most unsettling feeling of motherhood — time backing away from you, him running ahead, leaving you well behind before you’ve had a chance to really know him.
But here you are — sharing the sidewalks, saying little, silence punctuated by the alternating clicks of your shutters. Rarely do you click at the same time. Rarely do you look in the same direction. He is always looking up, to the future, every photograph focused on the architecture of the years ahead. And you. You think you are focused on the past — antique signs and cable car tracks — but when you get home, and these photographs materialize in the darkroom, you will realize that the past is the future, and in your own way, you will be there. Because somewhere, in every photograph of yours, there is proof of something good. Tall, strong wrists, dark curls. A good heart.
Lineage.
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