In daily study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing compositions, and they are all familiar with compositions. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed speech to external speech. The transformation from simple language that one can understand to an external language form that is developed, has a standardized grammatical structure, and can be understood by others. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? Below is a 500-word story composition about a photo that I compiled for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 1

There is a very precious photo on my desk. The little girl in the photo is wearing a brand new school uniform, snow-white sneakers, and carrying a new schoolbag. Standing at the school gate, squinting and smiling in the bright sunshine, that little girl is me.

September 1, 20xx is a day that is both exciting and uneasy for me. That day, I got up very early and urged my mother to put on new school uniforms, shoes, and a new schoolbag for me. After I finished dressing up, I stood in front of the mirror and looked around. I was very excited and thought: I am about to become a primary school student. I've grown up. I can do a lot of things I want to do. On the way to school, I sat in the car and felt a little uneasy again, thinking: Is the new school good? Will the teacher be strict? What will the new classmates be like? A series of questions appeared out of nowhere. I was almost arriving at school, and I saw from a distance that the big brothers and sisters at the school gate were greeting us little brothers and sisters. They were all in high spirits, smiling and very friendly. I followed my mother out of the car, held her hand, and walked nervously to school. We were almost at the school gate. My palms were a little sweaty. My mother turned her head and said to me with a smile: "Baby, don't be nervous. You are about to become a primary school student. You should be brave." At this time, a teacher at the school gate walked away. He came over, held my hand, and said with a smile: "New classmate, welcome to our school." The teacher's amiable look made me feel very warm. I let go of my mother's hand and walked towards school. Suddenly, I heard my mother calling me: "Yu Youbing, turn around and I will take a photo of you." This beautiful and precious moment of "click" was recorded.

Unknowingly, four years have passed, and every time I see this photo, I think of how ignorant I was back then. Now that I am a squadron leader, I will continue to work hard to make myself better. A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 2

A photo is an interesting story, and a photo is a beautiful memory. There are many beautiful photos in my home. One day, I dug out all my old childhood photos. Suddenly, a photo caught my eye. What kind of photo was it? That was a photo of me taking a photo with the animals. Looking at the photo, my mind drifted back to that day...

That day, my mother and I came to the Guangzhou Chimelong Wildlife Park. When I first entered the park, I saw a robot. It said: "Hello everyone, my name is Xiaomao. Welcome to Chimelong Wildlife Park. I am really happy to let you see various animals..."

< p> Then, we came to the Fantasy Forest. As soon as I entered, I heard the melodious sound of the flute. Just as I was immersed in it, a roar of dinosaurs frightened me. I thought real dinosaurs were nearby, and I was extremely scared! Bite the bullet and continue walking forward, I saw a robotic Stegosaurus, and there was a sign next to it that introduced the dinosaur's characteristics and growth process.

Then, we came to the animal exhibition hall. As soon as we entered, we saw the national treasure giant panda. I excitedly said to my mother: "Mom! Mom! Let me take a photo with our national treasure!" Seeing how excited I was, my mother directed me to pose, clicked the shutter, and recorded this happy moment. I thought to myself: If I go back and show these photos to my friends, they will definitely be envious.

Finally, we came to the snake touching activity site. I saw the staff wearing gloves, holding a snake about 20 centimeters long and yellow all over, and said: "This snake is not poisonous, its venom has been extracted." After hearing this, I put down the stone in my heart. I plucked up the courage and touched the yellow snake. Its skin is so smooth, just like the skin of an eel. No wonder the snake can crawl quickly on the ground! My mother secretly took a photo of me touching a yellow snake as a souvenir!

After I got home, I put the photos I took in a photo album. Now whenever I see these photos, I think of those cute animals. I also hope that we humans will protect these animals and let them live a happy life every day like us. A 500-word essay on a photo 3

Hey, what is the kid in the photo doing? He is traveling so fast in the snow and is not afraid of falling. It turns out that he is practicing skiing. He is holding on Snow sticks glide on the snow field in Tonghua, Jilin.

Seeing this old photo brought back endless memories for me. It was one winter when my family and I went to the ski resort in Tonghua, Jilin. This was my first time skiing. I couldn’t wait, so I ran to the front. How could such a short distance be so long? !

I can’t wait to fly directly to the ski resort.

There are so many people here, some are skiing, some are making conveyor belts, and some are playing in the snow. We rented ski equipment in order, and I couldn't wait to put it on for a thrilling test ski.

I was wearing equipment and everything was ready. I got on the conveyor belt and drove slowly directly to the top of the mountain. When I reached the top of the mountain, the height really scared me out of my mind. But I gradually adapted to it. My second aunt came with me that day. She was a ski instructor. First, I did a few necessary moves with her before skiing, and then he started to teach me how to ski. She told me that when skiing, you have to bend over, bend your knees, and clasp your hands behind your sides to maintain balance. The most important thing is braking. You can use your feet to make a figure-eight brake, or you can use side braking. This is a more difficult action.

The following is my favorite time, that is skiing! I slid down quickly, with the north wind whistling in my ears. When I reached the bottom of the mountain, I found that I had succeeded the first time. I was very happy. I skated a few more times, and the results became better and better as I practiced.

Skiing taught me not to be intimidated by the difficulties in front of me, but to face it bravely and actively fight. This is the infinite happiness that a coward will never experience! A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 4

On my desk, there is a photo of my grandma and I. Although this is an ordinary photo, it records the footprints of my growth.

Last spring, my father and I took our camera to play at my uncle’s house. As soon as we arrived in front of my uncle’s house, I was attracted by the delicate peach blossoms. When I was about to take a few photos, my mother supported my white-haired grandma as she walked from the courtyard. As soon as she saw me, grandma quickened her pace, walked up to me, raised her trembling hand, and stroked my head. Keep saying that I have grown taller. Seeing grandma's wrinkled face and rough hands, I felt uncomfortable all over.

At this moment, my father raised the camera and was about to press the shutter. As soon as I saw it, I yelled: "No! No! I want to take the photo by myself, not with grandma." Bang! A slap in the face. Suddenly, my face was burning. Mom's face was pale, and grandma's kind smile had disappeared. Just listen to her sternly saying: "You...you...I don't have a daughter like you!" Then, the mother helped the grandma back to the house. Dad put away the camera without even looking at me, and went back to the house with them.

I stood blankly in the peach garden, watching their disappearing figures helplessly, and shed tears sadly.

I don’t know how long it took before my mother walked out of the room, came to me, and said to me: "Son, it’s not that my mother is cruel, but you have disappointed me so much today. Grandma feels sorry for me. You, you should also respect her. Grandma has worked hard all her life to bring up your father and uncle. As time goes by, people will grow old and ugly. This is human nature, including your father in the future. , Mom will grow old too!”

After hearing my mother’s meaningful words, I quickly ran into the house, walked to my grandma, and begged her for forgiveness. Grandma wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes with her rough hands, and my face pressed tightly against Grandma's face. At this time, my father clicked and took this precious shot. A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 5

"Look at this photo, it's better than other photos!" Mom exclaimed looking at a photo. I leaned my head over, oh, it turned out to be this one. I couldn't help but think of the past two years ago.

There is only one person in the photo, and that is me. After being carefully dressed up by the makeup artist that day, I put on the most beautiful dress in my wardrobe and looked like a little princess. There are two gold medals hanging on my chest, two certificates in my hands, a pile of certificates and certificates behind me, and a big gold trophy on my right! My face is filled with a proud smile. These honors are all the results of my painting in the past few years! With so many honors accompanying me growing up, what else am I unhappy about? "Click!" I was fixed on that photo by the photographer.

Recalling the first time I drew, I stretched out my young hands and drew a cute little pig. Although it looked very childish, it was my first time to draw. , I didn’t expect that the teacher actually hung my masterpiece on the wall of the kindergarten. I fell in love with painting from then on and became more confident. One time I painted a painting and named it "Chinese Sky". What I didn't expect was that my painting actually won an international gold medal! I was only in kindergarten at that time! It was my first taste of winning, and the painting was included in the souvenir book.

Since then, I have worked harder and won the International Special Gold Award, the National First Prize for Science Fiction Painting... various awards, which make me very proud. But who knows what is hidden behind the honor? I vaguely remember that I often didn’t go to bed until 8 or 9 o’clock in the evening while painting, and I often didn’t rest until my fingers were red. Looking back, it’s really sour and sweet! Of course, teachers and mothers are also responsible for this!

I looked at this photo and secretly made up my mind to continue working hard and reach a higher level! A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 6

When I was cleaning the room today, I found an interesting photo: I saw a little girl being held in her mother’s arms, standing between two clowns . This photo was taken by me at Hong Kong Disneyland.

After I finished playing all the projects, I saw a long queue. We finally squeezed in and found two clowns inside. We can take photos with them. My mother held me and stood between the two clowns. While we were having fun playing with the clowns, my father secretly pressed the shutter next to me and took this unforgettable photo.

Seeing this photo now reminds me of the time we went to Disneyland. The most unforgettable thing for me in Disneyland is the roller coaster. There was a car in front of the car we were sitting in, and wherever they drove, we followed them around. The roller coaster is so exciting, and you need to rush down from time to time. The speed is very fast and thrilling. After getting off the roller coaster, my parents were dizzy, but I was still jumping up and down and wanted to play it a second time. It's a pity that it didn't work because children can't play alone.

We came to the next area. When I saw the carousel, I immediately ran over and sat on it and refused to get off. My parents had no choice but to queue up for me several times and let me play many times before I was willing to come down.

That time we went to Hong Kong, not only did we play at Disney, we also went to Ocean Park. I remember the shark and dolphin show at Ocean Park. Every time I watch a dolphin show, I always think of the trainer sister in the ocean park who stepped on the dolphin's back, and it was as smooth as riding a scooter, sliding around on the water. It was so fun!

This old photo reminds me of that interesting trip to Hong Kong. I want to keep it well. A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 7

This is my favorite photo this summer. In the photo, brother Xinxin is sitting in the middle of the hammock, and brother Yangyang and I are sitting on both sides of brother Xinxin. We are sharing a stick of roasted corn one by one. Brother Xinxin was eating corn with relish while making faces, and brother Yangyang was leaning on the hammock with a smile. When I saw this photo, I felt like the stream behind the hammock in the photo, laughing and flowing into the distance.

This summer vacation, my parents and I left the hot Beijing and came to the cool Xining. On this day, grandma and grandpa’s family gathered together happily, and a group of eleven people went to a woods for a picnic. Under the blue sky and white clouds, there are lush trees, rushing rivers, tall mountains, and small flowers blooming around them.

While the adults were still having lunch leisurely, my brother, brother and I couldn’t wait to start playing in the water. The water in my water gun accidentally hit my brother. My brother said, "Okay, let the battle begin!" When I didn't react, my brother was already on the other side of the river, and we started a "water gun fight." My water gun can continue to shoot water when it is filled with water. My brother's water gun needs to suck a tube of water and hit it. I have an advantage in "weapons" so that I can win or lose with my brother. My younger brother was with me for a while, and then with my elder brother, running around, having a great time. Finally, we started "shooting" at close range. As a result, all three people became drowned rats. At this time, my clothes were no longer as clean and tidy as in the photo. However, this is the most enjoyable "water fight" game I have ever played!

This is the story in one of my favorite photos this summer. When I saw this photo, I remembered the happy times with brother Xinxin and brother Yangyang! A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 8

I have a big photo album. There are many photos of me in the photo album. Some were taken when I was one year old, some were taken when I was four, and some were taken when I was six. . But among the hundreds of photos, my favorite one is the photo taken at the Xilamuren Prairie in Inner Mongolia when I was seven years old. It is regarded by me as "the love of love".

I remember that day, my dear father and mother and I went to Inner Mongolia to experience nature. The tourist location we chose was Xilamuren Prairie. There are green grass, fragrant flowers everywhere, and flocks of sheep, horses, and cows floating in the sky like clouds. The air there is fresh, and because of the large temperature difference between day and night, the weather is relatively cool even in midsummer. There were also hospitable prairie people there who invited us to enjoy hot milk tea in the yurt. What impressed me most about this trip was the experience of "horse riding". I rode a dark brown horse under the "protection" of an uncle who was a herdsman. I felt a little strange when I first rode on it. The horse's back was bumpy and exciting, which was both exciting and scary. But after riding for a long time, it became smooth. .

The feeling of riding a horse on the grassland is really great. It is both majestic and bold. But time flies by quickly. Before I can recover, my father has already picked me up from the horse. down. After leaving the herd of horses, I suddenly saw an aunt holding a cute little white sheep. It squinted its eyes and nestled docilely in the owner's arms. Its white fur was like a ball of cotton. My mother saw what I was thinking and stepped forward to say a few words to my aunt. Then I happily picked up the lamb and started playing with it. Just when I was having fun holding the little white sheep, my mother pressed the camera shutter next to me. The sky in the photo is very blue, with white clouds floating in the sky like white sails, and groups of horses running happily on the grassland. And the girl squatting in front of the horses, smiling sweetly, holding the little white sheep in her hand, is me! Later, I carefully collected this photo in my beautiful photo album.

To this day, I still can’t forget the beauty of the grassland, because it is like a magical dream that makes me have endless aftertaste.

Of course, I will never forget this photo, because it "retained" my beautiful childhood. A 500-word composition on the story of a photo 9

When I opened the thick photo album, the familiar faces came into my eyes again. Look! In that photo of us playing, I smiled so brightly. There is an interesting story behind this photo!

The background of the photo is towering trees and strange-shaped mountains. I am standing in front of the tree, and there is a bag next to it, and the bag is filled with delicious snacks. At that time, I was wearing a black and white skirt, carrying a cute "Mickey Mouse" on my back, and wearing a small sun hat on my head. If you look carefully, you will find a doubt. Why am I smiling so unnaturally and holding snacks in my left hand? This reminds me of that time.

On May 3, 20xx, since it was still the May Day holiday, I had nothing to do at home, so I followed my father and brother to Chaya Mountain in Zhumadian to play. Although Chaya Mountain is not as majestic as the Five Sacred Mountains, and not as thrilling and exciting as Mount Huangshan, it still allows me to appreciate how unique and unparalleled the "masterpiece of nature" is! When we were tired from playing and were about to taste the "delicious food", my father suddenly asked me to come over. What a coincidence! My belly is playing "Ode to Joy"! So, I reluctantly went over. Unexpectedly, my father wanted to take a picture of me. I stood there motionless, showing such a stiff, unnatural "smile". At this moment, I found that my brother was eating snacks, and the corners of my mouth drooled uncontrollably. Dad seized the opportunity and took this photo with a "click".

Now you know where this doubt lies! Just under the left corner of my mouth, there is that transparent liquid - saliva! Every time I see this photo, I smile unnaturally.

Although a long time has passed, this incident will remain in my heart forever and will leave a lasting memory for me! A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 10

I have a photo album at home, which contains many of my beautiful memories.

Look, this mountaineering photo was taken during my summer vacation last year. There is a clear blue sky behind me, and there are a few white clouds in the sky. Yushan Mountain is being stepped on under my feet. The tall, thin boy standing in the middle is me. Although this is just an ordinary photo, it records a story of my growth.

I remember last summer vacation, my parents took me mountain climbing in order to exercise my body and enhance my physical fitness. When I first arrived at the foot of the mountain, I was humming a tune while admiring the beautiful scenery at the bottom of the mountain. I was as happy as a deer, leaving my parents far away. But the good times didn't last long. Before I reached the halfway point of the mountain, I was already exhausted, sweating profusely and panting. My legs seemed to have turned into pillars weighing a thousand pounds, and I couldn't move any further. I saw that the top of the mountain was still far away from me, so I sat down on the stone bench by the roadside angrily, not happy to climb up anymore. At this time, my parents finally caught up, and my father seemed to see what I was thinking, and said to me earnestly: "Where there is a will, there is a way. You can't give up halfway! You are not a man!" I listened. This sentence made sense, so I started climbing again. Along the way, I was tired and took a rest. When I was thirsty, I drank some water. When I encountered a steep step, my father pulled me in front and my mother pushed me from behind. After unremitting efforts, we finally reached the top of the mountain. The beautiful scenery below the mountain is unobstructed. The mirror-level Shanghu Lake, the crisscrossing avenues, and the tall buildings rising from the ground. I couldn't help shouting: "I succeeded, I reached the top of the mountain!" At that moment, I heard a "click" and my father took this photo of me.

This mountaineering experience taught me that as long as you have a goal in mind and work hard persistently, you will succeed. A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 11

I remember there are two photos at home. He is old, but not too old. They are photos of my brother when he was a child. There is another one about me in this first one. story.

I heard from my mother that the photographer took a camel to take pictures. At that time, many children gathered around the camel and wanted to take pictures, but I didn’t want to. I was still very young. I don’t know what it is, so I don’t dare to get close to it, for fear that this big thing will eat me.

At that time, my mother asked me to sit on the back of the big guy. After the camel lay down, I sat on it and was very happy to show off that I was sitting on the big guy. But after it stood up, I was so scared that I cried. He was too tall. What should I do? My mother had to hold me down and let my brother take the photo. My brother was not scared at all and was still smiling. So, whenever I see this photo, I always feel very happy. Angry, whenever my brother smiles at me, I always feel like he is laughing at me.

There is another photo. Whenever I see that photo, I can’t help but laugh. My mother said, I remember that my brother was only four years old at that time, but he had not yet grown his hair. At that time, I had a baby in my family. A very cute and obedient little yellow dog.

Once, my aunt took a photo with some of her friends, and her brother found out about it. He insisted on taking the photo, so he had no choice but to let her take the photo, but the little yellow dog just followed him and refused to leave. It seemed that he wanted to take a picture, so the little yellow dog was caught in the photo. He faced the camera and posed in a very cute pose, but the brother’s face was not taken, leaving only a shiny head, because his His body was blocked by the puppy.

There are many old photos of my family, but these two are the most memorable to me. A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 12

In my photo album, there are happy photos and unforgettable photos, and the happiest and most unforgettable photos are none other than the photos of the swimming competition I participated in during the summer vacation.

I still remember that before our competition, my mother took the photo so that my two good brothers Cai Jiahang and Zhao Yinjie and I could achieve good results. This competition is divided into three groups: 6-7 years old group, 8-10 years old group, and 11 years old and above. I participated in the men's 50-meter breaststroke competition in the 8-10 years old group. The first game was for 6-7 year olds. The players were all swimming in the water like fish. The sound of cheering came one after another on the shore. I don’t know how long it took, but I finally heard the teacher calling my name. When I was ready to move, I heard the teacher’s whistle, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat. But I still rushed forward like a torpedo with other players. In the middle, we were still going hand in hand, oh, no! When I turned around and swam back, I choked on the water. The player next to me turned around and threw me away. I tried my best to chase him, but how could I catch up? As a result, I came second in the group and fourth overall. Unfortunately, only the top three were awarded prizes, and I was only one step away from the prize.

To be able to win prizes, they must have worked hard behind the scenes. Therefore, I made up my mind to practice swimming well and strive to be able to get on stage to receive the prize like them in the next competition!

Seeing this photo again, the scene of the game is vivid in my mind. I hope next year’s game will come soon. A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 13

In the big photo album at home, there is a photo taken when we were playing in Lushan Mountain. In the photo, my father was all wet and his shirt was open. The pockets of his pants were pulled out and stood up like a white flag, which was quite funny. He was half-lying on a stone bench, holding the right side of his face with one hand and looking at our camera lens with a smile on his face. Sister Hu Ningning also nicknamed her father's look "Sleeping Beauty". Every time I see it I am reminded of that interesting trip.

This story takes place during the Golden Week of the May Day holiday in 20xx. In order for me to broaden my horizons and relax my mind, my father invited sister Hu Ningning and her family and brother Wang Qi's family to visit Lushan in Jiangxi.

It was a sunny day, and we went to climb Hanpokou next to Great Man Peak. When I climbed halfway up the mountain, I saw a very large waterfall "hanging" on the mountain. I couldn't help but recite the poem "Flying down three thousand feet, it seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky." My mother saw a big rock with the word "waterfall" written on it, so she asked the three of us "little ones" to sit on it and take a picture.

After taking pictures of us, my mother suddenly asked me: "Jani, have you seen your father?" I glanced around and said, "No, who knows where he went." Suddenly , there was a cry from the other side of the waterfall: "Woo, cool!" We looked over quickly and saw Dad crawling out of the water, soaked to the skin. Seeing this scene, we all laughed. I saw that my father was all wet, and a gust of wind blew over, making my father shiver. It turned out that my father wanted to take a photo of the waterfall, but he was wearing leather shoes and stepped on the moss on the stone. He slipped and fell into the water.

On the way to ride the sightseeing cable car, my father was lying on a stone bench and wanted to dry his clothes. My mother took the opportunity to take out the camera and took a photo of my father who looked like a "Sleeping Beauty". .

This trip brought us joy and joy, and relaxed our nervous mood.

Now, every time I see this photo, I will recall that happy trip to Mount Lu. A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 14

On August 28, 1937, Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station. A foreign reporter took pictures of the real scene after the bombing.

In this photo, there is a little boy less than four years old, sitting in the middle of the railroad tracks, covered in blood, crying helplessly. In front of him was a broken overpass, a platform full of corpses, and incomplete houses... Looking at this photo, I couldn't help but start to guess what happened at that time.

On that day, people learned that the Japanese army was coming and knew that they could only escape by train. The North Station had been occupied, so the South Station was extremely busy. At this time, Japanese aircraft were already hovering above their heads. The roaring sound threatens people. Suddenly, screams and cries filled the entire train station. The hateful Japanese soldiers dropped several bombs, and the train station immediately exploded like popcorn.

In the crowd, there was a couple, holding a little boy in their arms, following the crowd in panic. The sound of collapse came from behind them, and then got closer and closer... The couple hugged the child tightly and ran forward as hard as they could.

Just as they were about to reach the exit, a reinforced concrete block suddenly hit their heads. The couple threw the child in their arms towards the exit without hesitation. Before they could take another look, they were instantly buried under the collapsed cement. Underground... Just like that, the once bustling train station was turned into ruins by a few bombs in the blink of an eye...

The child fell heavily on the rails near the exit. , luckily escaped the bombing. But he didn't care about this at all, he just cried over and over again: "Mom...Mom...where are you? Dad...Dad... I'm afraid..." The only answer to him was the roar, explosion and collapse of the plane. The child looked at the unrecognizable train station in front of him, sitting on the twisted rails and crying helplessly...

I guess this little boy should be the reporter who captured this scene. Rescued and adopted. When he grew up, he became a soldier of the Republic of China, protecting his family and country.

War has brought suffering to countless people. We call for peace, not war! A 500-word essay on the story of a photo 15

My mother is a photography fan. Ever since I was born, she has liked to take photos to record every bit of my life. Among my many photos, one is particularly interesting: the three of us, father and son, were lying on the edge of the bathtub, staring attentively inside. Want to know what we're looking at? It starts with a trip during the summer vacation.

I remember that the heat was unbearable these days, so our family decided to go to the famous seaside town of Xiangshan to escape the heat. After dinner, when the sunset gradually faded, we couldn't wait to catch the sand crabs hiding in the sand holes. A bucket, a shovel, and a flashlight. Everyone takes these simple household items and sets off!

When we arrived at the beach, the night had completely fallen, the stars were twinkling in the skylight, and the seawater lapped gently at the beach and rocks. Guided by the moonlight, we look for targets like night walkers.

The four of us in the family dispersed, holding flashlights and wandering aimlessly on the beach. Suddenly, I caught a dark shadow out of the corner of my eye. When I looked closely, I saw it was an unusually lean sand crab. Under the illumination of the light, it was staring at me, and we were staring at each other.

This sand crab reacted very quickly. Before I could pounce on it, it ran away like a speedboat with the wind at its feet. I shouted and followed closely. Dad, who was not far away, heard the sound and rushed over. He quickly covered the fast-moving sand crab with a shovel. I saw my father carefully opening the shovel, then holding its shell, and putting the clawed "big pincer monster" into the sand bucket.

The first sand crab I caught was my "blind cat encountering a dead mouse". Next, we caught three more crabs by looking for sand holes and digging tunnels, two of which were husband and wife crabs found in the same hole.

Back at the hotel, we put the sand crabs into the bathtub and watched them chasing each other in it with relish. My mother also took the opportunity to capture the "silly" moment of the three of us, father and son.

Every time I see this photo, I recall the happy time of catching crabs