This scroll was a gift from my grandfather to my parents, and it hung in my house during my childhood. I always liked it -- there was something comforting about it. It now hangs in my house, and on the back, along the bottom, my sister and I have written our names on it, a form of graffiti, I suppose. The funny thing is that we were adults with grown children when we finally confessed to our mother. She had never known.
I've tried photographing this from "artistic angles" or creative settings, etc. But some things are just meant to be photographed straight on, I've decided.
