Tuesday, May 12, 2009

     This was in the olden days, before transatlantic flights. We went by boat to Rotterdam.


  1. You're beaming; the man's face is under a thumb. To protect his privacy? Lovely to see the young you.

  2. My thumb is definitely there to hide him, though I imagine he might not be alive any longer and I'm certain that, if he is, he's not hunting around on blogs for me. But it was a complex, dark time. Interesting, but dark.