When I was a little girl, I had a special rocking chair that was just my size. It was painted white (probably full of lead. . .) and had faded blue cushions. I loved my little chair, and I would sit for hours, rocking my dolls and looking at books. Eventually, I found out that it was my mother’s chair when she was a little girl and that her brother and sister had had similar ones. When I had children of my own, my parents had the chair refinished, and it came to live at our house. We are now on the fourth generation of children rocking in the chair! My mother was born in 1910, so the rocker must be almost a hundred years old! Every time that Miles has come to visit, we have taken his photo in the chair, so today he is sitting in it for my photo of the day. Maybe another day I will take a photo of Henry in it.
f/2.2, 1/250, ISO 500, 35mm