Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2011
This is my grandfather's cane. A man I never knew. My mother's father, who passed away when she was only 11 years old. For all of these years it has been kept, as a cherished remembrance of this important family member. I've taken the seam out of the cane wrapping cloth and washed it by hand in Woolite. It continued to disintegrate in my hands.
There are many holes and shreds of fabric hanging off.
It is as fragile as our history...as our memories of one another...of life itself.