Myself

An early portrait of the photographer herself. The tradition of the extended family shore vacation took root when my kids were very small. We did this every summer for a number of years, but it fell off when the kids became teenagers and life got to be a lot more complicated. This year, though, we’re doing it again with a whole new generation. We happen to be people who are bound not only by love and by DNA but also by a variety of little rituals that have developed over the years, and one of those is that my brother, the keeper of the family photos, always brings an assortment of old pictures to share. This year’s collection includes this photo of me at about the age of 4. I remember that my parents gave me a Brown Starflex camera for my birthday when I was about 7 or 8, but apparently my interest in photography goes back even farther than I remembered.