I made this bag for my grandmother. After she died my brother ended up snagging it. It came back last summer in a huge bag of discards and hand me downs that his wife sent to me.
Fall in Vermont is fleeting. Here are two pictures that I shot for the quilt only about a month ago. Now it is so cold that I can't stand outside with a camera for long without thinking that I'm going to get frostbite. These women are some of Kirby's movers and shakers. Longtime (perhaps lifelong) residents.
As I mentioned, I'm still going through a mourning process. This one was shot at an elementary school's Valentine's Day dance. Jonesville, South Carolina. I now live in a place where you could never photograph outside on V.D..
Still involved in the stages of grief associated with mourning. Here are photos from the 2006 Caledonia County Fair. It was just expensive then, not endangered. This family sells to Organic Valley.