Relative Something

The holiday collage-photo was hastily thrown together at the last minute on Sunday when Cyndie asked for something to send to her friends. I regret that it is ripe for critique in all aspects of artistic integrity and discretion of composition. The kids in front of an icy waterfall in the high country of Norway, wearing their sunglasses, and totally out of context head shots of mom and dad pasted in opposite corners –Cyndie dressed for work, John from his Himalayan trek. I’m sorry. Now it just needs the annual letter describing more minutiae about each person than can be believed and we have a classic package.

I’m going to pretend I don’t know anything about it and carry on with my usual activities as if I have nothing new to be embarrassed about. Too bad that it is like the proverbial car crash. It’s awful to witness, but you can’t get yourself to look away. Oh boy. What have I done?