at the gallery

the lonely doll

my dad gave me a brownie camera when i was six and we were traveling cross-country to visit my aunt evie in california. i remember very clearly taking pictures of squirrels and rocks and leaves at the grand canyon. i didn't take any of the canyon itself.

my sister gave me my first lonely doll book for christmas in 1967. it had been published ten years earlier in 1957.

dare wright's photographs influenced me profoundly.

 her compositions are mesmerizing and poetical.

eighth night: cards with nana and the lonely doll

we played a round of may i with nana before going to bed.

before falling asleep, we've been reading the lonely doll, by dare wright.

these are my books from when i was a child. my sister gave them to me many years ago!

edith knits a very, very long scarf in this story!