I’m revisiting some older images from Asheville, North Carolina, this week on Wordless Wednesday. How old? I took these in 2009 on a tiny Kodak point and shoot camera that I used to carry everywhere.
Two of the shots are very personal to me, one is my Grandmother reading the paper on the street, taken just a few months after my Grandfather died. The other is my best friend, who met me for the day in Asheville. She is also reading the paper while sitting on the steps located on Wall Street. One is a relic of days gone by, a working pay phone. It’s still there. When I run across one, I leave a few quarters in the coin slot for people who might need to make a call or for the homeless.
These images aren’t perfect, the color is only as good as you can get with a point and shoot camera. But they are mine and they speak volumes to me — to find the quiet moments because they are sacred.