This black and white photogaph depicts an ovular wall mirror. Filling the majority of the image, the mirror reflects the corner of a living room, where one can find a floral curtain, a small table with a collection of framed family portraits, and a door ajar.
"Love, too, was work, childbirth its reward, a task to be performed like seedtime and harvest, the labor pains what it cost you for the pleasure that couldn't be helped. One paid for the miracle of life with the labor of death. Not everyone had a talent for it, or understood it should not come easy. A man should be long suffering, his death long remembered, the funeral a consecrated working party with the shovel handles sticking out of the raw mounds of earth. Over the wide valley a dim thin rain, the bluffs along the river grained like clapboards, the prevailing wind blowing a cloudlike mist along the tracks. The sleeting rain should glisten on the bared heads of the men and drip from the chins of those still beardless, their prayers rising skyward but their eyes on the hole on the earth. They stand titled on the boards edging the grave and as the first spade of earth falls hollow on the coffin let it be the one moment in their lives they will never forget."
God's Country and My People, 1968
perspective; interiors; domestic space; families; furniture; memory; mirrors; reflection; photographs
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