Browsers welcome

Feels so freeing to visit old haunts lately, without a mask, without fear. To think of all I took for granted. But I’ll admit I’m harboring a lot of anger over how this was all handled…the lack of truth, the censorship, the politics.

summertime

and the living was easy.

combining old found photos to tell a story. This is my great grandmother, Carrie. I know she loved her summers in Maine, so I put her next to a random oceanfront house I photographed a few years ago. I think she’d approve.