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| Today we went for a walk in Durnstein. |
August 28: My mom gets confused each time I go to take her photo. When
she travelled with my dad she was always the one who had the camera, so there
aren't many photos of her on those trips.
Now every time I point the camera and tell her to smile she
and gets this look on her face like "why would you want to take a picture
of little old me?" Then she smiles obediently, humouring me in my
mysterious wish to capture her image.
In this habit of photo taking I'm clearly reinforcing my
"not-husband" status in our relationship.
I find looking at these photos afterwards oddly reassuring.
Seeing her grins captured in pixels helps convince me she's having a good time.
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