Iron Rose

Photography

 

In December of 1903, an iron rose was hand-welded for my Great-Great-Great Grandmother by her craftsman husband. This spectacular rose, handed down from generation to generation, has been preserved by my family for nearly 113 years, never once wilting. Just like that rose, photography has served to capture and preserve countless memories, whether caught in the ripple of an ocean wave, or in the light shed from the moon. Here I showcase a few of those moments with you.