This story is not about Victoria but the story of a journey.
Initially it was a simple ride along the roads of the town of Ayer to the city of Leominster, Massachusetts. Traveling these roads I saw ordinary sights that reflected the simple beauty found in small municipalities.
But more than a road trip, these photographs reflect a passage into the geography of grandmotherhood. The route to see my granddaughter was a pleasure as I navigated my way into the new territory of being gramma. This journey brought me untold joy as I watched the modest charm of a country road and the unfolding growth of my first grandchild.
