My mother died six years ago today of pancreatic cancer. I miss her. This picture is from a Kodacrome slide taken some time in the early 1950s, before she married.
One of her paintings. Sanderlings.
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."