Friday, December 12, 2003
After my grandma Freda passed away a few years ago, I found a bundle of negatives in a box under her bed. She had been living in a retirement home in Fairview Michigan, was 92 when she died and mostly blinded by macular degeneration. Her blindness was a particularly cruel fate because she had been a painter, sculptor, potter, and weaver(baskets and rugs) and loved the visual arts in general. Here are a few of the images contained in the collection I found wrapped in green yarn and meticulously labeled.
This is my dad's family. He's the baby in the front of the sled.
My Grandma often took photos to paint from. I think this is one of them. I'm not sure if the homestead is their own.
My Grandpa Lee loved chopping down trees.
For those of you who know my own photography, you can see an amazing similarity in sensibilities between my grandma and myself in this photo of a flooded stream.
My uncles Jerry, Lloyd and Virgil.
My uncles, later on in life. They were living in Fairview, Michigan at the time.
This is one of my own. Taken with a camera that was stolen by movers from my friend Dustin's studio. Stupid movers.
This is my dad's family. He's the baby in the front of the sled.
My Grandma often took photos to paint from. I think this is one of them. I'm not sure if the homestead is their own.
My Grandpa Lee loved chopping down trees.
For those of you who know my own photography, you can see an amazing similarity in sensibilities between my grandma and myself in this photo of a flooded stream.
My uncles Jerry, Lloyd and Virgil.
My uncles, later on in life. They were living in Fairview, Michigan at the time.
This is one of my own. Taken with a camera that was stolen by movers from my friend Dustin's studio. Stupid movers.
