I met with Dorothy in October. She had an old camera that she wanted to pass along to me. When I stopped by to pick it up she told me she bought it in the 1950s to take nature photos. Her enthusiasm for nature was clear from all the articles, photos and notes she had saved. She was very proud that Blanchard's cricket frog was named to honor her father Frank, a herpetologist.
A couple weeks later I returned with film loaded into her old Exakta. As I was photographing her looking out of the living room window she began reciting a poem from memory. The poem was about nature and the delicacy and beauty of snowflakes. On November 23, Dorothy's home town of Dexter MI got its first snowfall of the season.