Literature
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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to begin. I need to tell you that my mother loved janus as much as she loved the rest of us. She bought janus from a newspaper ad when she was first married, Janice was, you could say the first child. There are other pictures of my sister and me when we were toddlers lying on top of janus, patting his nose, giving him some birthday cake. Those kind of pictures. We have them all anyway, my mother took Janice with us in the car wherever we went, and Janice would wait in the car as we got school shoes at the mall. Janus would get tastes of Mcdonald's fries to eat as my sister and I fed him from our happy meals dangling the potato strings over his head. All the way home. Janus was in our traditional christmas cards, all of us sitting in front of the tree hung with tinsel bits and old ornaments. Janus plopped at the center of us wearing a santa hat, or jane is soaking and dripping wet with seawater on our beach towels on our car trips to the ocean. Or sitting with one of us on the sled, a big green scarf around his neck, as my mother would always knit one for Janice when she finished ours. What I know from this class English 12 is that a picture is an artifact? I know that a subject stands there and the photographer aims the device at the subject. I know that light and dust drifts or emanates from the subject across space to the photography paper and collects a photograph is a collection of light. It is evidence of a moment in time. It is also cropped. There are things you will never know about this photograph of my sister and Janice with my mother's shadow unless I tell you and something else. My neighbor told me that the best picture he ever saw of his mother was a picture taken of her when she was five. He said in those days, photographers would go door to door and take pictures of Children or they would wander the beach and stop families or even bring a small pony with them. He said that this itinerant photographer, his word itinerant stopped his grandmother and took a picture of his mother as a child in his grandmother's arms. He told me he thought it was remarkable that a picture of someone as a child was a better resemblance of them than any other picture as they aged. It made me think that the picture of my sister with janus maybe like that. It may be the one I remember