I spotted Andrew collecting carts in a Trader Joe’s parking lot. It was his impressively long beard which caught my eye. I approached him and asked if I could make his portrait, explaining that I was a photographer. Hesitant at first, he ultimately agreed. A hint of flattery and pride was held in a smile buried behind a thick wall of hair. I asked how long it had taken him to grow his beard out to such a length. About four and a half years was his answer.
I made the above images some time in 2017. They depict three scenes from the space just outside my grandmother’s old apartment. I’m not entirely sure on the date when they were made, but it would have to be some time before my grandmother fell, because farther along the film there is a portrait of her sitting in her glider chair with a mug of tea.
After my grandmother fell the facility required her to transition into a smaller apartment in an area of the property where she could receive assistance should she need it. While I know that my grandmother certainly misses her larger apartment, I can tell you that I miss the walk up to the apartment. The carefully landscaped “pocket gardens” always provided such a wonderful little atmosphere.