This is from one of the last times I saw Emma, right at the end of summer break. I think that it also has to be one of my favorites. A few minutes afterwards I would catch her on a walkway railing. My very last photo of her is a two second exposure on that railing while she turns around. The bottom quarter in focus with the rest bluring into nothing. But the one shown is from when I had just a little longer left with Emma. She would die the night I returned for Thanksgiving.