Hard to believe my mother is 30 years my senior. At 84 she is still nimble as a cat and graceful as a swan. She has been staying with Nicolai and me for the past two weeks ensuring we are well-fed and clothed. Jeanine will no doubt credit her with our survival during her absence (a probably correct assessment). I thought it would be nice to make a mother-son portrait this evening. I can count on one hand the number of photos I have with just the two of us in it. I thought it turned out rather well except for the intense-looking guy in the picture who doesn’t know how to smile.