1985 | Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico
I’ve noted before that my wife has asked me, "Aren't all photographs historical photographs?"
So when I look at this thirty-eight-year-old picture, I note now that the young woman at right might be a grandmother, and all of the pictures in this photographer’s studio window might have to slide to the right to make room for the toddler at left to be pictured as a mature mother and a number of youthful family members to find places at the left.
If that were indeed the case today, this photographer would need to stand farther away.