Carmel part deux

At the end of my extravagant weekend getaway I went to go visit some family members. One of them, my great aunt, unfortunately did not remember me. However, she still chose to tell me her life stories as a complete stranger in her eyes.

She's an artist, poet, and collector of all things. So many things that she stacks her art one on top of the other on the walls. Stores her poetry by her bedside and leaves little room for herself. She saves all room for her words.

Once she modeled for Salvador Dali and is still beautiful. I will always remember her as the woman who would visit with a trunk full of magical trinkets. Who would flap her wings down to Mexico to play the flute while her dog sings by her side. I will always keep this image of her, regardless if she remembers me.