The Old Country
The fall that Andrei was four and Vasile had his first exhibit, I traveled to Romania to make pictures and explore my family heritage. It was October, green, gold and orange, just after the harvest. The pumpkins had been gathered, wood piled for the winter, and the bounty of apples and pears transformed into glasses of fiery țuica. My hosts, Ileana and Petru, welcomed me to their home and invited me to experience their village life. I immersed myself into the culture and into the photographs themselves. Chores needed attending each day, as did children and animals. I followed in the footsteps of a grandmother I never knew, living the lifestyle of rural, northern Romania.