This is just an ordinary , everyday, plain, no frills, boring photo of me and my Momma in the kitchen, where her blue Royal Copenhagen plates dance across the soffit, sometime in the early 1980's. I think she was cooking and I was unloading the dishwasher...it doesn't really matter the composition of the photo. I'm sure it is pretty unimpressive to you.
To me it means just me and Momma together. Period. I miss her.