Last week I went to fetch some eggs, my best friend here in the mountains had saved for me. When his wife answered the door, it was easy to see, something terrible had happened. Without warning my friend had died that morning.
This picture is why I bother with photography. RIP Johnny Gross.
Thank you all . I might explain the photo a little. What you see is 3 generations, set at the task of breaking beans prior to freezing.
They grew most of what they ate. With always extra for that city fella down the road. Thank you all again. Ed