Click: true moments, stories too short for the stage.
I see a father, mother, daughter holding hands. Walking three abreast down a wide sidewalk.
The father looks over the mother’s head at the daughter. They share a sigh, a frown. Their solemn faces are carved with matching deep lines.
But the mother – swinging her arms between them – is twinkling. Wide-eyed, giggling, humming a nonsense song.
A rainbow hat perched jauntily on her white hair, her face a stream of rippling wrinkles turned up to the sun.
Radiant with joy.
Photo Mark Chadwick