June 20, 2014 § 3 Comments
I am drawn to photographs of people I do not know. I wonder who they are – their desires, their despairs. This man (shown) and this woman (hidden) have sat on my bookshelf for years now, a gift from my late (former) mother-in-law who understood my yearnings, who trusted me as a keeper of history. But I do not know who these people are – and the rusted needle-nose pliers I dug up from a pile of abandoned tools were of no use: their stories are buried somewhere, perhaps with the red-eyed cranberry beans and cucumbers and squash Moses Chamberlain Cate (is this him, then, as a young man?) once wrote about in a diary.
What a wonderful project–and what an interesting image to begin this with–
Martha – I still have the photograph I got from you and Maura at AROHO. I too have “useless” found items on my desk. I can’t wait to read more from you. Welcome to the blogosphere!
Thanks, Maura and Lisa. This all began at AROHO, in the company of fearless women jumping into the unknown… thanks for inspiring me!