First photo essay.
j.dub and I went up to Anderson, just outside of Redding, to visit his maternal grandmother last month for a couple of days. She is dying of lung cancer, and j's mother's whole side of the family was there to essentially say goodbye. For two days I felt both entrenched and suspended in a quiet, focused observation of someone else's family and j's place in it- weird and illuminating in the way it will be when we do the kind of recovery work we do. While there, I took exactly one roll of Tri-X black and white photos on my Minolta.
