Easter Sunday was not our only glasses photo shoot. One afternoon as we sat under the hangar I got some shots of the boys in the other glasses. The story behind the other glasses remains slightly more complex.
For a while I thought they were someone's reading glasses but eventually I found out they were prescription-less and no one seemed to know where they came from.
Some evenings one of the boys would push the glasses up on his nose, pull out a book and study. Other nights the glasses would travel from face to face multiple times. Often, I wouldn't see the glasses for several weeks and then all of a sudden one of the boys would appear with the specs and a studious look in his eye, or a giant smile. I grew to love the glasses in a silly way partly because the kids enjoyed them so much. Mostly my love for the glasses stemmed from the fact that they were a thing that the children had together: the glasses were a small bond they’d created themselves in the most brother-like of fashions.
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