Me, Gary, Dennis and Blacky
This was me, Gary (he lived upstairs from us) and Dennis (my older brother) in the back yard in Westfield, Wisconsin; it was cold, but not too cold; you can see the bare winter trees but we weren't wearing any mittens. The two boys were laughing and showing off while I was deeply studying something in my hands. Maybe I was working on an art piece even at this early age of about two. You can see our dog, Blacky in the foreground with his tongue hanging out and his eyes and teeth showing in contrast to his dark coat.