(Life)Time Capsules

Client: Mountain Life

When I close my eyes, I can see her house. I can trace the swirling patterns of her Battleship linoleum and take in all the turquoise: cupboards, counter, and rotary phone. Her arborite table runs the length of the room and the fridge—an afterthought—sits next to the couch. Looking straight across from the entrance, I can see her photo albums: full of stories, full of life. Pristine in their presentation and complete in their knowledge.