The Shades in the Photograph

This short story was inspired by a photograph seen in an inn in Vermont.

The photographer adjusted the camera lens. His soft suede boots sank in the mud and he grumbled under his breath. They were his best pair and more used to the city pavement than to the green, rolling pastures of the country.  It was an unusual, uninspiring assignment but one which he could not have refused, for it was commissioned by them, by him, to be precise, and with much insistence. The photographer didn’t understand the insistence or the choice of location. Mr. Woodlane had asked him to come to Green Mount and take a series of photographs of his young daughter, in the country light and air...

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