This picture draws me in. Like I am in the canoe gliding through turquoise water. I see the woman sitting in the bow. The way she holds the paddle and turns her head.  What is she thinking? Is she picturing her life when the honeymoon is over? Does she wonder how she’ll  feel when she leaves Idaho for the Great Lakes? Does she still feel sad her mom never met her new husband?  Did she know the years ahead would not be graphed as a single rising line. Did she expect, like most of us, her life would ascend without dips or stops or fallbacks?  She couldn’t foresee she would…