late last spring, we all visited
, the home of
, in milledgeville, georgia.
to be honest, we have been sitting with these images since then, pondering when to run them and how. her home is so enchanting, but it is in slight disrepair. it is uncertain about how much of this disrepair she lived in herself, or how much of it has set in since her death.
but, we decided that the images really fit her work and that you should see them.
read one of her books, if you have not already.
then, read some more.
off the kitchen was a disply of some of her childhood books where she made notes about whether she liked or disliked them:
and her room was off limits:
but i could not leave without seeing where she sat and wrote, each day. i wanted to know what her view was.
the back of her chiffarobe.
