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RE: Only Memories Cling To This Washing Line
I'm a believer in the power of physical place. It's very endearing that you were drawn to revisit there and this specific object to feel near to your grandmother. When my own grandmother passed away, I knew I wanted to capture her kitchen in my memory before my grandfather removed anything.
Thanks for sharing!
I love this snapshot. <3 I also took photos of her kitchen that day. It was an embarrassing mess that made my heart ache deeply for her. Something about the state of her environment highlighted the loneliness her life had come to represent. Isn't it fascinating how much one can read into the details of another's life through such photos? thank you for sharing a piece of your Grandmother's story with me.
This is my new account, btw. Moved to this username a couple weeks ago.
It is fascinating. Looking back at the pictures I took, I was definitely not in a photographers' mindset. I really didn't capture how being there makes me feel. Maybe I never really could though. Thanks for checking back on the post!
Of course! I'm not sure a photo ever can convey the truest essence of an experience. At best, they are signposts, showing us how to remember a thing.