Well, despite my attempts at improving at the Twelve of Twelve project this year, I’m already woefully behind. Moving did this project in. I missed four months: April, May, June, and July. The project didn’t even come to the surface of my mind until July. And although the point is to use my “big girl camera” for these shots, an opportunity came for a family shot just last week at mu uncle’s funeral that I had to settle for with my phone camera.
He was buried in the cemetery across from the house where my grandmother used to live. The cemetery I refer to in the memoir I’ve written about my grandmother. And after, we stopped by the old weather-beaten house. The kids were cranky and ready for lunch and it was already 1:30 in the afternoon, but I had to get a shot of us altogether. Who knows when we’d be back and if it would still be standing?
My, aren’t we disheveled?
The I got one with my mom and sisters too. This is where my mom grew up. Now there’s a golf course behind it.
But the lilac bush still stands, even after the grapes have been pulled up and the daffodils are gone.