Posted are some from the way-back machine. This subject, my daughter, has graduated from high school on the eleventh day of June, two thousand eighteen. In these abstract images, I am fascinated by her soft skin, plump lips and sweet face. In the one at the top, she had scratched her face with her tiny sharp fingernails, there was a little bit of blood, and she was waking up crying. In the one on the bottom she had fallen asleep while nursing and was in complete bliss.