She winced at the slanted horizon in her landscape photos. She looked down the driveway. There was no sign of him.
She cringed at the poor lighting in her still life shots. She scanned the sidewalk. There was no sign of him.
She wrote in her journal, gathered up the photos and gazed out the window. There was the perfect picture. Walking up the driveway, her uniformed son was returning home from the war.