April 2014
Issue #6: MEMORY
The afternoon I visited my grandmother for the last time I drove the long way home; down narrow dirt roads flanked by stately old gum trees and farmland. The sun was setting, the light magnificent. I stopped and took some photographs. I was disappointed with them at the time, but their meaning now is different. They’re now a reminder of my last afternoon with Granny. Memory is what remains when time disappears.
The afternoon I visited my grandmother for the last time I drove the long way home; down narrow dirt roads flanked by stately old gum trees and farmland. The sun…
