![]() Tellingly, One Writer’s Beginnings, Welty’s celebrated 1984 memoir, begins with a passage about timepieces: White’s work could just as easily describe her literary ideal: “The transitory more and more becomes one with the beautiful.” Her three avocations-gardening, current events, and photography-were, like her writing, deeply informed by a desire to secure fragile moments as objects of art. Welty’s comment about the sad state of her yard was just a passing remark, and yet it appeared to point toward the center of her artistic vision, which seemed keenly alert to the way that time pressed, like a front of weather, on every living thing. ![]() It makes me ill to look at it,” she told me in her signature Southern drawl. Physical decline had kept Welty from the prized camellias planted out back, and they were now forced to fend for themselves. ![]() And while she sat with me for one of her last interviews, Welty seemed acutely aware that she had been young once-and slightly surprised, like so many people touched by advancing age, that the seasons had worked their will upon her so quickly. ![]()
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