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.