The summer after my mother died my father and I travelled through Utah photographing. We spent about five weeks together-probably more than since I left home. Cousin Venna, my mom's cousin, is called the laughing cousin at our house. Venna and her sister had to leave their own fathers funeral service because someone (my dad, I believe) told them a joke that made them laugh so hard they were snorting. Awesome.
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