Gertrude's Commentary:
I often find myself glancing back at this photo. In it, the most photogenic of my sisters, Phyllis, walks through our old garden at the house before father died. Dressed as lovely as ever, Phyllis always managed to appear picture perfect with her graceful posture and delicate yet beautiful features. As I stare at the photo, I realize that I miss those days. The days when my sisters and I would spend every moment of our free time frolicking around that garden, laughing and having fun as I captured the memories through my camera. Back when my photography…