I was going through boxes of old stuff this morning and came across an envelope of negatives. I recognized them as pictures taken by my grandfather. He was an artist, and enjoyed arranging still lifes out of things lying around the house or yard. He would often take pictures, and later paint from the resulting shot. When he died at age 83, he had a stack of things he was still planning to paint, sculpt, arrange, plant or restore.
This shot was taken on the front porch of 60 Lincoln, their home for over 50 years. It was a place of refuge and comfort for me, and I was familiar with every nook and cranny. It was the only place in my life that ever truly felt like home.
Many of the items in this picture can be found scattered around my house, including the table, which sits on my front porch.

This shot was taken on the front porch of 60 Lincoln, their home for over 50 years. It was a place of refuge and comfort for me, and I was familiar with every nook and cranny. It was the only place in my life that ever truly felt like home.
Many of the items in this picture can be found scattered around my house, including the table, which sits on my front porch.
