For the first time since I started photography, my photos could not bring joy to their recipient. I do what I do because I love it, but also because others appreciate my work and see the beauty that surrounds us on this earth.
As I presented my grandmother with two printed 5x7 photos of our family, she held the photos for a few moments and then started sobbing.

At first, I didn’t understand. I asked her why she was crying and she told me. “Because I can’t see them…I can’t see how beautiful they are”. I told her it was okay and as she processed her emotions, I too processed mine by capturing our realization and moment of sadness together.

Gram is now 97 and she has always loved my photography, but can only now make out shapes. Even though she couldn’t “see” my photos, I know that she appreciated them.

As I sat next to her and talked to her about life, I decided to close my eyes so that I could better understand her current situation. As I filled her in on things that were going on, I paid special attention to describe details. Smells. Textures. Tastes. Sounds. Feelings.

If she couldn’t see my pictures on paper, I wanted to paint a picture for her that she could see….

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