When I open the boxes I sent to Norway and
refile the material, I meet my own interests
and life in different shapes.
Sometimes I meet myself.
Here I am, in Moss, about two and a half
months old, on my first visit to a
professional photographer.
Much less hair than Kate!
Without boasting too much, I think the
photos I get from the States from Kate's
parents are really GOOD.
I don't remember how old my son was
when he made this drawing of me, but
I feel it is very well done, depicting me
during the years I spent a lot of time
on the phone.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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