Here’s a picture my dad took of our family in the 1960s–maybe 1962-63?  Dad didn’t play “photographer” like Mom did.  He was a straightforward point-and-shoot kind of guy.  We used to tease him about his pictures because, more often than not, he cut off the tops of his subjects’ heads, but included their feet in his photos.  This time, he got all of our heads in the picture.

The sun is shining from low in the west in the picture below, so it’s getting late in the afternoon.  We’re all dressed up in our Sunday best clothes to attend Denny’s baccalaureate event.  I’m even wearing gloves!