When March opens its doors, thoughts of Spring bulbs go hand-in-hand with thoughts of Mary. I always found great surprise and delight in my grandmother as a character study. She and I shared March birthdays, with hers but only 3 days trailing mine. In memory of her I decided to post a few more photos taken during one of our last visits, just a few weeks after her 90th birthday. When I look at them, I see my father, I see my sister, I see myself. Funny how it takes a quiet glimpse of a pointing finger or blank stare to see echoes of yourself in somebody else.
They seemed appropriate as a series; If you’d like to see the 4th one, I posted it here last year.