Sunday, March 6, 2011

She's Always a Woman to Me

Back in October, I flew to Oregon to help my cousins prepare my Uncle's house for his memorial service.  I quickly snapped this photo in the bathroom of my Aunt's various old perfume bottles.  I always remembered them from their bathroom and every visit since I was a young child; they remind me of my own past and of the lives lived by both her and her sister, my grandmother.  She passed only a couple months after my Uncle.  She was always a woman to me.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

He Used to Work Here

It's odd and surreal how everyday places become filled with the sentiment of extraordinary when the person who filled them has passed on and will never again occupy them.

Salem, Oregon.  October 2010.