The Cousins

Along a 2-lane highway headed to Augusta, a rolled-shouldered gray-haired and bearded man, sat behind a grandfather clock, mirror, and other miscellaneous items he was trying to sell. A brood of kids, varying ages, were riding bikes around a multi-shack property in the early summer dampness of Maine.

Me, an unexpected visitor, stopped and asked to make a portrait. I was asked to stay all day. The kids put on a popsicle-person play, picked daisies, caught frogs and snakes, rode bikes and looked at their photo albums. They asked for a photo of me for their family album, so I am now behind the plastic pages of their album.