A while ago (November 2005) Susan Manger (Frostburg's grand dancer, singer, grant-writer, pilates instructor, and Mrs. to Stephen's Mr.) sent me the following email:
I'm in the midst of transferring all of our photos to an online location (our computer is dying) and since you, mr.photographer/artist, enjoy looking into other peoples' lives (i presume - i know i do, even though i'm not a photographer - it gives me a thrill to glimpse into others' lives) i thought i'd forward you my online albums to peruse if you wish, although you certainly don't need to do so...
I'm in the midst of transferring all of our photos to an online location (our computer is dying) and since you, mr.photographer/artist, enjoy looking into other peoples' lives (i presume - i know i do, even though i'm not a photographer - it gives me a thrill to glimpse into others' lives) i thought i'd forward you my online albums to peruse if you wish, although you certainly don't need to do so...
And Susan (excellent with a pair of parentheses--I mean, how can I not feel connected to another person who uses two sets in one sentence??) has been letting me know when she uploads to the site and I go check them out. I got a message today, and amongst the many pictures of familiar faces (the Mangers' nieces and nephews, Jon Felton, and the ever-present Jeff Henry), was this picture of Nina Wollen curled up on the Mangers' couch looking like the little girl I saw in a Paula Modersohn-Becker painting at the Chrysler Museum this past weekend. I couldn't find the painting online but this one will do: