The last portrait is of my mother, based on a photograph that's always captivated me. I'm guessing she's eleven, and she appears to have had the same dark circles under her eyes that graced my skinny face at that age. There's a slight smile on her face, but her eyes are sad, staring--disappointed? I think it's a beautiful, striking, slightly-troubling image, and I can't stop looking at it.
The other "thing" that happened is that I quit Facebook... but I'm feeling like there's enough to read in this post already, so maybe I'll say a bit about that choice next time, which might be sooner then you think, since I have more time to blog post-FB. ;-)