There was a section in our wedding ceremony where Kim and I were supposed to give flowers to our respective mothers. Mine was not in her seat. We looked for her. And there she was, in the corner of the room, standing behind a tripod.I understood. I wanted to be behind the camera too. Tonight I spent a long time looking for a good recent photo of you, mom, but either you're framing a shot in your mind, rangefinder squint at full force, or you're actually snapping one. For your another-year-older tribute, then, I'll content myself with showing you the way I recall most vividly. Happy birthday!