I made this portrait at a neighborhood church bazaar. She was sitting on the street in front of her church, being serenaded by a brass band concert. When the music ended, she knew it was time to leave. People were coming to help her. I caught this image as she grasped her walking stick and was about to rise. She has lived a long life, and that life is etched on her face. I liked the blue scarf around her shoulders, and the way the light catches her gray hair. Given the attention she received at the bazaar, she almost certainly is among the most respected senior members of this tightly knit community.