Pure Hazelography. I've often remarked that my maternal grandmother Hazel had an ambush style. She loved nailing people in awkward yet revealing poses. Here she captured Gert, the man in the background slugging down a beer, my dad as a twenty-year-old in the foreground with his baloney sandwich and my paternal grandmother Helen standing off to the side digging into ice cream. The original Kodachrome slide was an out of focus moldy spotted mess that looks like it had been dipped in glue. There were so many blemishes that I resorted to hard median blurring and then painting back parts of the image that required detail. This image is a lovely wreak. I certainly get a kick out of it.