Eleanor's collection was a visual diary of sorts, a way for her to find beauty and humor in the challenges of aging. Her favorite "nasty" shots included:
: A poignant image of an upset woman sitting on the edge of a bed, her head in her hands, contemplating her messy bedroom.
One afternoon, Eleanor's granddaughter, Lily, came over for a visit. Lily was a budding photographer herself, and she was always curious about her grandmother's work. When Eleanor finally decided to show Lily her secret collection, she was met with a surprising reaction. Instead of being repulsed or confused, Lily was captivated. She saw the honesty and the raw emotion in the photographs, and she realized that her grandmother was telling a story that was rarely told.