On the first anniversary of my father’s death (back in the mid-80s), my mom and I visited his grave and I took the photo below. It took the photo with a simple 35mm camera, and I’ve never tinkered with it digitally. What’s here is exactly what Kodak produced — a magical moment that my mom had enlarged and hung on her wall. I couldn’t have made it come out that way if I had tried. The really weird thing is that, as we were standing by his grave that day, she wondered, aloud, what he “looks like now.” See why I like to pretend that it’s possible to make magic??