Margaret Paget is my mother. One time, when I was home to N.B. on a visit, Mum was outside in the yard when it started snowing heavily. Big, wet flakes the size of silver dollars were coming down with a strong wind driving them. I saw the chance for a different shot and made her stand there while I took the photo. All Mum wanted to do was get inside where it was dry, but it turned out to be a great shot that even she likes.

Fred Paget, photographer