Mendocino California. The child is me in London just as the War ended. I was two - my mother is just behind me. When I looked into that window as an old man, this is what i saw, though the composite was made many years after. I wonder if the child can imagine me?
I was cursing the foreground willows when I shot this but the green grass and trees of the riparian area serve as a nice counterpoint for the industrialized side of the river
