I haven’t missed very many of these weekly photo challenges, but I thought I might have to miss this one. After all, I live in cold, puritan, New England, southern New Hampshire to be exact. We’re a pretty dour group up here, there’s not a lot of public displays of affection, or at least not so much that we’re all snapping photos of each other kissing in Boston Public Garden. There may even be laws against kissing in public dating back to the Pilgrims still on the books in some New England towns.
New Hampshire is not on the list of romantic destinations, Vermont maybe, but not New Hampshire. Picture the works of Russell Banks such as ‘Continental Drift’ , or maybe the town of Starkfield in ‘Ethan Frome’ by Edith Wharton. It’s not Venice.
So I had to go back 3-1/2 years for this one. This is my Mom and my son. He’s just a few days old, we just arrived back from the hospital.
I’m hiding behind the flowers to take this photo, otherwise my Mom would cite those old Puritan laws against images of people kissing.