These are not photos from my family. They are photos from a family that has the same last name as my mother taken in the same tiny northern city that my grandfather grew up in. I have seen some of these same shots from a different perspective or angle. I have listed to stories of hiking or rowing to the falls because “it was something to do.”
This is nearly my family. Slightly different angles from slightly different people a few years off from mine. It is spooky.