I took this photograph yesterday. Maria is an avid reader.

I’ve mentioned we are trying to do less work on weekends; I’m halfway there. Sunday, I read in silence for three or four hours, and it was sweet time. No matter how often I take Maria’s portrait, she seems different. Maria is not one thing but many things. This one is the real here – at times. That is a fascinating and rare thing about her. Every time I look at my portraits, she is different.