In that last series, I shot exactly 50 photos. I erased 30 for various reasons and was left with 20 I liked. At dinner, I asked Mom if she was available to check her pictures.

"Ian, I'd love to see them, but I am scared."

I knew exactly what she was talking about - she was afraid of HER reaction...

I smirked, "The pictures won't bite you, and in any case, they are not poisonous."

"Honey, shut up and let me see them."

Mom inspected the photos one by one slowly, and I noticed a crooked smile creeping onto her face. When she was done, she looked at me and...