Photos Never Taken

Some of my favourite photos are photos never taken.

Perhaps my favourite phantom picture is my mind's picture of my baby daughter, picking the moon out of the silver maple tree.

The night was very cold and very clear. The stars sparkled.

I held her tightly, as I got out of the car, in those days before seat belts.

Fuzzy, white, warm, buttoned jacket; thick, lined, navy blue pants; snow boots that were always falling off; pom pommed hat, scarf and mittens, the colour of sunset, I knit in my knitting days.

The night was crisply magical. The moon  was  full. My daughter's cheeks were rosy and her eyes shone. She was a long way from two and she reached for the moon with her pudgy hand. I gave it to her forever.








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