Thanksgiving dinner for twenty five. Numerous cooks, one kitchen, family everywhere. Laughter of small children running around. My dad telling his stories. Getting food ready to serve. My daughter was in the kitchen preparing potatoes…how can you have a holiday dinner without mashed potatoes?
My mom was also in the kitchen at times, though we all tried to let her rest and just enjoy the day. Side by side, my daughter and her grandmother, working together to prepare that delicious meal.
As I have sifted back through the images of that day, that wonderful holiday, these two photos caught my eye. By changing focus I have lead your eye to look at a different pair of hands.
This symbolic shift. From one generation to another. Working together. Creating.