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. …
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…
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…
Truth be told: no further description is needed
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: 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…
As a mom of two littles, 21 (give or take) months apart I always found myself waiting. Waiting for the next stage…waiting for the next moments that would grant me greater independence from the self imposed prison of motherhood. Waiting to be able to go out without car seat havoc, buckling and unbuckling, eventually the littles gaining independence and able to click in and click out of the seats on…
Praises get spent Your trick face is bent Pigsties and prizes Cause there’s no kind of ‘well’ You’re suiting yourself You leave yourself behind We will go Nowhere we know ‘Til we find our one and all Your hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all “Ramshackle” – Beck from Odelay
I always meant to do this… I always meant to do that… So many projects left started, abandoned I grew bored with texts, photographs, format All of it sits, undone. 11.6.15 – MSD
The love of a father – irreplacable The love of a mother – unimaginable The love of a child – unfathomable But when life and breath are taken away Love does continue to breathe Love does continue to live 11.6.15 – MSD This week was All Saints’ and All Souls’ Day…they’ve been on my mind. Miss you mom & dad.