Grandma attended a one-room school house. They sat on benches. No slouching allowed. She didn’t mind when we gently teased her: Grandma! Slouch for us! She couldn’t do it. She’d slump a wee slump, then she’d giggle. When I was 5, she wore an angel costume for Halloween. She floated out the door on her way to Pleasant Hours Club, wings unfurled.
The Beauty in the Decay Series
is attentive to the intersection of nature with human-built things;
how nature will have its way.
The captivating presence of the process.
– photo and memoir by mary macgowan