My commute this morning, as illustrated by John Kenn Mortensen
Apple blossoms, c1919 (John Chislett)
Get into it
THe way out is through
I went to Paris when I was 14 with my dad. The last time I had been on a plane was when I was 6. I didn’t/don’t get along with my father, but I was still excited to go to France. My dad wanted me to pose in the middle of the street (no incoming traffic, it was a small crooked street) but I didn’t want to look like a tourist. My dad said “Don’t be a bitch” and I sulked into frame so he could take my picture. When we had the photograph developed he said I always make miserable faces.
Photo by Ellen Rogers