Her cane enters first, then she. Already cloudy eyes begin to fill with memories. She crosses the room then stops.
A single tear finds it first. Gnarled and knotted, her finger slowly follows to wipe the drop then pulls back suddenly. Eyes now closed, she remembers it all.
The use of creative processing in my images, sometimes subtle, occasionally dramatic, allows me to go further with inspiration into imagination than I would otherwise. Even now, as I look at this image, my wonderings go further into the imaginary woman's life, remembering along with her the grand performances with nimble fingers and amazing skills. How I wish to have known her.