My grandfather, in an ongoing photo essay on the loneliness of old age. At 86, Gramps still drives everyday. January, 2019.
As he awaits an electrician, his American flag waves in the front yard.
January, 2019.
Always reading The NY Post. January, 2019.
Keeping track of his medications. January, 2019.
Westerns are a must. January, 2019.
His spot. January, 2019.