I see that the lady with the salt and pepper hair that jumps in front of me when i look in mirros has begun to jump into my camera. How did that ever happen? My grandson took this of me, and how on Earth could I be elder enough to be a Grandmother? And at this age? I will only be 60 in Oct 2009!
I stole the title of this piece from the most wonderful photo I’ve ever seen: That of an elder (red) Indian woman, who has attained the rank of Grandmother, standing under a tree, laughing her heart out.
And here’s Grandfather: