My nephew Will is a lucky boy….both sets of his grandparents have lived within a few miles of his parents’ house since he was born, and he spent all of his childhood surrounded by family and doting (if NO FOOLS when it comes to raising kids) Tennessee grandparents.
These days?….I never speak with either of his grandmothers without hearing that Will has just been over, after school, to help Margaret with her deli (the woman is indefatigable; she’s profitably owned about six small businesses since I first met her), or somehow help my mother, or been to church with my father to set up cameras to film some event….etcetera ad infinitum. As I wrote previously…he’s already a good person.
So (and do I need to emphasize that I rarely give pictures “literal” titles?), “On The River’s Edge” isn’t meant to be a sinister title…it’s meant as a compliment.
“On the River’s Edge”
oil pencil, watercolor, and pastel
12″x11″
2013