Family resemblance is an interesting thing. Most of the time I don’t see it. Individuals are just that… individual. But every now and then, especially when looking through the dispassionate eye of a camera, you can clearly see that certain people belong to the same family.
Today I was looking through photos and came up with these which show three generations of the men in my family. My husband as a teen – a couple of years before I first met him – and our son and his nephew, our grandson. Can you tell these guys are related?
If I looked hard enough, I could probably find one of our son in glasses too, which would only heighten the resemblance. But my husband and our grandson? Uncanny!
