In honor of today’s early season Nor’easter, I took a look at some of the snow scenes my father photographed. Although this isn’t one of his best shots, I couldn’t resist posting this photo of me sledding when I was three. I remember those hats with pompoms that tied under the chin (and still have my grandmother’s knitting patterns for them), but what I didn’t remember was being tucked in with blankets even on my sled. I guess that degree of overprotection is what you get when you are the oldest child.
First Child Syndrome, 1960
