Went through the archives this past week and found this photo that I adore. Patsy was the life of the party, the one who would come to anything she was invited to even if she could only stop by for a minute. She called me Mija and accepted me as family from day one. She traveled the world in her 60's and 70's, many times solo. Her stories of drunken Rocky Point nights and all of the friends she met along the way will be ones that stick with me forever. She was endlessly curious and welcoming and fun. Here, Patsy takes a phone photo of the view in Sinaloa, Mexico the day before her grandsons wedding. For more work that I've never shared view my newly updated website.