Sagging barns are so common in New England, we hardly see them. And yet, there is beauty in that decay, that melting into the landscape while harboring an interior.

Ida May Warren (Grammy Ida)

Ida May Warren (Grammy Ida)

To find the focal point, follow your gaze behind my grandmother   Above her thick calf coming over the rail, is a line of bushes with sunlight crystallizing on their tops.  Above them is a clear black hole disappearing into the woods.  This is what I like about old cameras – one tremble and the photograph shifts like a fun house mirror – wavy, impressionistic.  One tremble and the innocence and fun of my grandmother’s pose contrasts with the mystery and slight menace of the woods.

Thanks to my cousin for uncovering a new treasure trove of family photographs.