Lives marked

[vc_row 0=””][vc_column][vc_column_text 0=””]Riding the tram, watching the faces, playing with the marks that come from lives spent smiling, frowning, wondering and bumping into things, an eyebrow goes here, a nose there. I even snuck in a drawing of my son Adrian at the end of the gallery. His associations, smiles, hugs, no’s and kisses and individuality are the ringing bells that mark the hours of my every day. Since we don’t post photos , to those who haven’t seen him, this is the closest you’ll get to seeing him. Imagine a mendelian 50/50 of Ana and myself, and you get Adrian.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_media_grid grid_id=”vc_gid:1492073797534-26ffaee9-71a5-4″ include=”1558,1566,1565,1564,1568,1562,1556,1557,1561,1567,1559,1560,1563″][/vc_column][/vc_row]