This is an old picture of my family and most people will not be able to pick me out (I'm the seven year old kid with big glasses), and that's fine: for I chose it because I was tired of looking at my own face. But now, writing this, I realize the picture speaks of family, unity, reunions, love, and good times. It also speaks of changes. It was shot on film (scanned) and the clothes and hairstyles are of the early eighties. It's a very personal picture. I look at it and know some of the stories of the uncles, aunts, cousins, parents, and grandparents in it. The viewer -- knowing what I should feel like -- is prompted to wonder about his own "connections" with the people of a past stage of his life. Very similar to that good old trick of showing you black and white family pictures at the star of a film.