They say I look like my grandmother, Agnes. When she was a girl of about 15 someone took this photograph of her sitting in the sun-dappled family garden with her naturally curly raven tresses falling softly around her shoulders. There is something at once innocent and provocative about this picture, and not a little bit mysterious. I think she looks quite serene and confident, and this picture brought to mind the Lord Byron poem for which this piece is named. – Erin