My godmother, Mary Rauton, in J Spellerberg’s backyard in Toronto, ca 1995. Note, she grows her own tobacco (being a child in Depression-era Georgia does have a few advantages, I suppose), which is what she is holding in her hand.
35mm color negative scanned into PhotoCD oh so many years ago.
She’s ill, and I miss her. Immensely saddened that I didn’t go to Toronto a summer or two ago because of problems with fucking borders and passports and such. Now I might never see her again.