During the summer of 2002, when the rest of the family left after our annual “fort” July celebration (or, was it before they got there?), my mom and I stayed at the farm together. In the morning, she would sew and weave while I studied for a french exam, a requirement for my doctorate. In the afternoon, we would drive around the area, looking for great hiking spots. While we walked and talked, she took pictures and I occasionally shot some video footage. In the evening, we would often cook a great meal together and split a bottle of wine. It was amazing.
To commemorate that wonderful month, my mom crafted a photo book using construction paper, duct tape, card stock and many of the photographs that she had taken. She gave it to me as a thank you.
I love this book. I love how her stories about our month are written around the photos in her neat handwriting. And I love that she took the time to mark the occasion in such a creative and crafty way.
