The image below is far more than a picture to me, it is an indelible image upon which I could never set a price.
Dannielle was three, and ran to me to gain protection from the arms of her uncle, who dared request a hug.
In my mind Dannielle’s expression is one of triumph, and also of daring her uncle approach and assault the fortress of her father’s arms. Instead of embarking on such folly, my brother was smart enough to take the picture – for which I am forever grateful.