I chose this photograph because it depicts a candid, nearly full-body portrait. A woman weeding in the garden; her husband's motorcycle behind her. A son's car out of frame; a child right behind it. The sidewalk we have walked on. The tail end of our street pole. A driveway, driveway, driveway, fissures full of memories. The snowflake blanket. Your freckled arms. Hope.
The dandelions are too much for us this year.
(This is a new photograph.)