Whew. The welcome to the neighborhood I would give you.

Anyways. Thankful that the time is always now. #filmphotography #35mm #California

(Feeling I looked my most Gene Tierney today).

I hope, even if I’ll be 3,000 miles away soon enough, that this isn’t the last time i get to visit with them.

I’m angry still that Walter, my great grandmother’s abusive husband lays between mother and daughter.

I talked to Grandma Anne for a good half hour, asked for her blessings for my future plans, shared a shot of rum with my departed matriarchs, then drove down the hill for our favorite seafood.

Luckily my great grandmother was a snob that bought these plots off of Skyline Boulevard some 1,200ft above the Bay and Pacific in 1968, plots that go for $25k a piece now.

The customer service is excellent.

A genuinely kind man named Bell spent 20 minutes helping me find their graves.

My maternal family still doesn’t discuss the cause of death nearly 40 years later.

It seemed important that I go tend to her and my great grandmother Clara’s graves on what is the Hoodoo All Saints Day. I hadn’t been up here since 2011, I barely remembered where their graves were.

There weren't any construction signs on the highway, so his Olds Ninety Eight shot head first into some construction equipment. While we were down there, my (maternal) Grandmother Anne, perhaps the relative I was closest to, passed away.