In her ongoing series Bittersweet on Bostwick Lane, Susan Worsham reflects on the slippery nature of memory and the role of family snapshots in constructing personal narratives. The photographs recall her relationship with her older brother, who took his own life when Worsham was a teenager. Casting the children of her friends as stand-ins for herself and her brother, Worsham stages poignant scenes that evoke the stillness of in-between moments not often pictured in family albums. Here, Max’s steady gaze betrays a sense of melancholy that tinges, as Worsham puts it, “the sweetness of childhood memory.”