Since May 2006, every year for Mother's Day my family has reluctantly agreed to be photographed. They, my husband in particular, are very unwilling subjects. They, my husband in particular, also know that photographing them makes me happy. When I'm happy, everyone's happy, or so I'm told. In college, my friend Steve once told me … Continue reading Happiness is.
We're cullers and sorters, we people. We're quick to classify, and once something's known we're equally quick to label it for future identification. Some classifications we choose; others are assigned to us. I'm not sure I know any parents who want their child to choose the label of artist, at least when it comes a … Continue reading Artists, part three.
A neighbor asked me on Sunday, "Are you really going to put in a picture like that (Saturday's post with a picture of my daughter standing at her great-grandfather's plaque in Santa Fe) and not tell the story?!" I promised her it was coming, just needed a little thought, and maybe more than one short … Continue reading Artists, part one.
When your child says, "Whoa, Mom, look at what your computer is doing!" you should not expect good news to follow. Note for your records that a fried CPU may result in a screen that looks the way static sounds, that chronic overheating may result in a fried CPU, and that an extra dusty house … Continue reading Clean slate.
"Tell us about when we were little," my children said at dinner recently. Like most children they love hearing about the funny things they did in their early years. Having photographed so many moments of their lives, I'm the one they see as family storyteller. This particular evening, however, the story well was dry. I … Continue reading I’m Batman.
