I found this picture at home one weekend.
My dad is seventy years old now. This is a picture of him when he was in his early forties. As long as I've known him, he hasn't ever looked young like this to me.
I don't think this picture is art. I think my older sister snapped the shot to finish off a roll of camera on her film; I think my dad was there and I think his pants coincidentally match the drapes and the light coming in through the window lights him up like that by mistake. But I love this picture. So even if it isn't art, it is still valuable.
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