I used to go over to my friend Ginnie Lange’s home and wonder at the amount of family photos she’d grouped on many of the walls of her home or clustered in frames on shelves, a sideboard or atop the piano. There were, as I recall, a few of those happy-police-line-up-style Olan Mills/Sears-type portraits of her four beautiful daughters. But as time went on, more and more of Ginnie’s photography filled the dozens of frames in her home. [read more]