Four Sisters, 40 Years.

When the four sisters Bebe, Heather, Laurie, and Mimi agreed to have a representative image of them taken every year, they probably never imagined that forty years down the line the results would be simply astounding.

They began their journey in 1975 because of a random request for a picture.

Nicholas Nixon, who was a photographer, asked the sisters to pose for a family photo, from there, it became an annual cherished tradition within this family.

Don't take my word for it, take a look at the images yourself,

https://www.worldation.com/stories/40-years-four-sisters-photographed/

1975

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