Desultory musings and optimistic witticisms from an introverted photojournalist. ADD-prone wanderlust and free-spirited banter. The Highs. The Lows. Everything beautifully, awkwardly and tumultuously gray in between.
Dear Photograph, I inherited my grandmother’s family photos several years ago and finally did some digging to see if I could find the old family homes around Detroit. Here’s one on Marx Avenue with my father in the early 1930s. Mary