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]