...cry to this.
My Mother, My Son by Mary Frey
And another one, less obvious, but no less gorgeous -
Bathroom Landscape:
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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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