reflections

While visiting my mother in Maine,

 I took the opportunity to photograph

 some framed pictures of her parents.

Only when I got back to Boulder 

did I realize that I had failed to avoid reflections.

But, in this one of my grandmother,
 I was delighted to see 

that she's wearing the same gold bracelet

she gave to me when I graduated from high school.

The same one I've worn every day since.

By the way, that's Smokey sitting in her lap.

There were always several airedales in the house;

my mother says she remembers the cellar

smelled of wet airedales and bathtub gin during Prohibition.

Smokey ruled.

I come from a long line of dog lovers.