Echoes

She was 17, and every week she wrote a letter to her boyfriend. Describing everyday life, and gently, gently, her feelings. Eventually they were married, and many years later became my grandparents. My grandmother loved her garden, her plants and flowers, the fruit trees. Exactly one hundred years after she wrote her letters, they were found. Walking through the remains of her garden, I sense the echoes of her words and her tenderly loved plants. Using her own letters and some of the plants now growing in her garden, I created these photograms.