Another one of those old photographs that I love. A young woman standing on top of a wash tub. At first glance it appears from her stance that she is displaying no little attitude.
But close up you see a playful smile.
Maybe she stands on that tub to fit into the shot the plant on the window ledge behind her.
Of more interest, though, is the little girl in the background: the spy; the photobomber; maybe awaiting her turn.
Next in line for a photograph now lost to time’s censor.
However here she survives, perhaps only here: the eternal spy; the photobomber; the girl who intrudes. Pushing herself forward for 21st Century eyes.