If I had only photographed this dimple-knuckled little dumpling in the park, I might have thought she was a quiet, cautious baby.
As we ventured home, though, we happened to pass a little playhouse that was painted to match her dress. It was almost as though she appreciated the special accomodations. She started to tell me her story.
The plot had many twists and turns, and she told it with great emotion.
It wasn’t until we got back home, though, that she really opened up.
That’s also where I saw … THE LEGS: