I took this picture because I had an essay all thought out about what it feels like to be a child of divorce. How you get handed this suitcase that holds all the family issues and you've got to carry it down the road with you as you go along, because it holds all that's left of your family and even though it hurts your arm and it's in the way, it's not like you can leave it behind in a field. And how if you're lucky you learn to take out the heaviest junk so it's easier to carry.
Then I decided not to post that essay.
But I like the picture.
Aren't we all using one hand to hold on to the ones we love, and the other to carry the suitcase as best we can?