This is my grandmother. I find this photograph interesting because, never once, in all the time that I spent with her, did she ever get dressed up, drag a kitchen chair into the middle of the road, and stare into the distance while holding a book.
I guess it was possible to hear a mule-drawn cart coming from a considerable ways away, so… yeah…
But still… you know?
Here’s another photograph of her in which she is not sitting in a kitchen chair, in the middle of the road, staring into the distance while holding a book. And, if you look at it just right, the healthy shrubbery behind her makes it appear as if she’s hauling some sort of fabulous overskirt or thorny bustle.