I always returned with photos taken on my previous visit. My first time back, I wasn’t sure how they would receive them since possessions did not seem to be important to my Roma friends. But they loved the photos, laughing and teasing each other about how they looked. The young girls Eleftheria, Taxiakoula, Evangelia (named after her grandma in Skopelos)—liked the attention and grew accustomed to me dropping in and taking photos. They were my favorites to photograph, the girls aged 5-19. Evangelia loved to laugh and could project contentment and summer sloth just the way she draped her body over a chair. Eleftheria was stoic but obedient. If her father, Mitsos, said “Do what the photographer asks,” I could count on her doing it. Taxiakoula was moody and often her photos showed a pretty, but sullen 11year-old. The boys insisted I take their pictures, but most of them would draw themselves up and hide behind a cool-guy stance, arms tightly wrapped, chests puffed up like young roosters.