I’m not sure who snapped this of my mother, likely my dad. This might have been taken on their honeymoon. She couldn’t have been more than 19.

I love how her shoes, handbag, gloves and cap of black hair compose irregular compass points framing her. Only she would have had the pluck to wear a white coat while traveling. And to a city, no less. The blue scarf strikes me as a subtle bit of visual rebellion. It is grey enough to blend and blue enough to keep the eye focussed on the woman wearing it.

 

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