Sunday, January 20, 2013
"She's beautiful isn't she?" the elderly woman asks me as her dog plops down on my foot. "I think she survived because she's short" she continues with a chuckle. I ask her if her home is OK and she tells me it is - "just some water in the basement and my son pumped it out right away."
"Let me see the pictures you took." I pull up my first shot of the morning and hand her the camera. She studies each one, nodding and smiling. "I like this one the best" she tells me handing the camera back with this photo on the screen. "You should show that one to people, there's still beauty around here - it's not all heartache." I tell her I will and give her a hug.