The most graceful woman ever was my grandmother.
I love everything about this photo … the composition of the playground, the shadows, the person in it (of course) is perfect.
And the thing it does that makes this photo most perfect, something that only the greatest photos do, is that it sincerely conveys the relationship between the photographer and the subject to the viewer. Although I’ll admit as the viewer it’s easier for me to relate to the subject because she’s family, I think others can easily grasp the sentiment instantly, too. There’s something universal about it that transcends just another well lit, well framed shot.
How can you look at this and not love my Grandmama?