Dearest Memories

Went digging through my grandmother’s trunks for more textures. Main one being a letter from my grandfather to her in 1935 – nicely yellowed. I wanted something a bit lonesome to go with this recent photo, an old house on our main street here that has seen better days. This is what I think of when I see old run down houses, the family memories that may reside there for others, slowly slipping away, like the house my grandparents lived in when he wrote this letter, long gone.