Somewhere
June 20, 2014 § 3 Comments
(Photograph by Martha Andrews Donovan)
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.
Martha Andrews Donovan: One Writer's Excavation 
What a wonderful project–and what an interesting image to begin this with–
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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!
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Thanks, Maura and Lisa. This all began at AROHO, in the company of fearless women jumping into the unknown… thanks for inspiring me!
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