Since my moods change from day to day (or from hour to hour) I woke up thinking about these photos in the reverse order and having a wonderful story to tell. So I eat my words once again: I always think of these snaps as having been taken in the order shown… which makes for a rather sad story that’s so obvious I don’t have to tell it in words.”
No. So I’ve moved the b/w snapshot from first to second photo instead.
Do you see another story? Please tell yours in comments. Thanks!
(Snapshots are from my personal collection)