Here, a mother and daughter, so close, look up at something we cannot see. The child feels, perhaps, a little apprehensive, but is very interested. There is the unknown. It is the sudden rustling of leaves above them. The closeness of mother and daughter is heightened by the similar tilt of their heads, each topped with a playful tuft of hair. And in their closesness they are joined with the world: the tree branch in the background echoes the angle of their gaze, and the soft, out-of-focus leaves seem to cradle the mother's head.