...cry to this.
My Mother, My Son by Mary Frey
And another one, less obvious, but no less gorgeous -
Bathroom Landscape:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgau5G6qxRrXy7KGDh6N-gIh5ymnIq2A1IeBO0UuTrbWJmgDl8wAYQHDd2cdQnkfBSB7on8ZT6eY4xuPvhYnu31adANgMhgIZ2PiZnkeqiRWxzbyg3ewVPFFqj_qCzjb9Pv2MLsOJLgKzo/s400/MaryFrey.jpg)
Every once in a while the question comes back lurking: are there things that are not to be shown? Or rather: not to be worked at? Do you imagine this - a woman standing in the room with a camera, waiting for the right moment so she can take a picture of her son carrying her mother?
Hold her up just a bit honey... Just a little more...And yet, this is one of the most touching pictures I have seen in quite a while.
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