Capricious
Is it the same for you?? How can I relate to somebody who doesn’t speak I feel like I’m just treading water Is it the same for you…? Antichrist – The 1975 ©2013
Fences
These fences are meant to stabilize, not to keep out critters (human or other mammals), not to divide (that line of “Good fences make good neighbors” comes to mind). Humans, feeling, thinking, breathing humans build fences around themselves all the time. Sometimes building a fence is in reaction to fear, to hurts and most often to protect ones’ self. I believe this to be a fundamental truth about human nature.…
Rusted Chain
Lost things found at the sea side
Ocean Reverie
I fell in love with this place This space of sand and sea I fell in love with the surf As the waves crashed over me Pushing me down, around and under Havoc and chaos in underwater space Shells cast from the ocean onto land Shark teeth found and filling childrens’ hands Swimmers going for a dip Joggers on sand, careful not to trip I fell in love with this…
Presence
Sometimes it feels like the moment lasts forever, literally you feel like something is neverending. Sometimes at my kids’ functions my mind would wander off and think of my to do list or my current day dream…I wasn’t present. I wasn’t there. I think all moms are guilty of this, somewhere better, somewhere else. Then looking back you realize that that your lack of presence defines you, well me anyway. …
Embarassing (Relationship Photos)
Early this summer you found your first love, And I embarassed you. Not just a little bit but a lot of bit. I took out my new camera that just arrived, (literally to our doorstep. THAT day.) And forced my way into your world. (for only a few moments) (lest one think I’m overbearing) To me I was just continuing the documentation of your life. To you I was…
Discards and Scooter – The Stuff of Memories
It’s funny the things we discard For those of us that wield cameras, Some images don’t make the cut (in 2006 this one didn’t, looking back I don’t know why) But in the time since Scooter – the stuffed dog Who in 2006 was stuffed into her book bag on her first day of school A cherished member of her inner circle Is now stuffed in a drawer… …no longer…
Predictably Unpredictable
Truth be told: no further description is needed
Bonding, Re-Bonding
I know I’m not certain where this image is from. I think it’s from my office computer monitor, definitely a black & white film image. I think I was probably monkeying around with my first medium frame film camera, a Mamiya 645 1000s that arrived at my home needing hours of work to redo the seals (so light wouldn’t leak in and infuse the film before its’ time). Re-doing those…
Barriers, Balls, Messes and THE Image
Barriers, balls, messes: my life up until 2006 (when this was captured) summed up in three succinct words. Barriers: that gate behind my M Girl, separated wandering toddlers from the day to day life of our kitchen. Balls: kids’ balls, exercise balls, toy balls for the dogs. Honestly what is childhood without balls and what is core strength without an exercise ball? As for messes: no descriptor needed. As the…