I love seeing photos that are near reflections of each other. I don’t know what to call this—synchronicity, mirror images, whatever. There has to be a better way to describe them. But I love them.
While on vacation this year I managed to add a new chapter to several such photos:
1986: Me, my brother, and my dad (Grand Lake, I think)
2002: Me and my wife (Estes Park)
2014: My wife and I (Grand Lake)
2017: Milo, Lexi and me.
