[Darlington, Wisconsin] My other family

We’re so similar, that I often feel like I am an extension of Penelope. She has become my other family, and I treasure her two sons as if they were my own kin. I’ve watched them grow up in front of my eyes and in front of my camera. So much so, that when they’re adults, they are likely to see my face as a lens in their memories.

Here we are, on the farm, for my second Thanksgiving with them.

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