I’ve always been a reluctant portrait photographer, especially where street photography is concerned. Yes, over the years I’ve had to learn to pull out the extrovert in me in many social situations but at heart I’m very much the introvert and am often too shy to ask permission to capture a stranger’s likeness. Unless I have a particular connection to the subjects I very seldom include the faces in the crowds.
Perhaps that explains my obsession with empty chairs.
I like to think that the viewer is more likely to insert themselves in these scenes when actual people don’t populate them.
I did, however, capture these photographs of a family enjoying a beach in Topsail, North Carolina in November. Their relative anonymity also makes it easy to “insert yourself” into the scene.
In my own life, there’s nothing sweeter than my grandchildren.
And I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. I fell in love with my husband all over again when he became Grandpa Lolo.
What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars worth of pleasure.
This is part three of a three part series featuring a tour of the valentines I’ve made in the years since I graduated from college. This links you to the first post. This links you to the second post.
Which brings us to 2010 and a move back to Louisiana, which inspired that year’s valentine. Let the good times roll!
We moved down the street the next February and no valentines were sent so this was included in the next year’s mailing. I suppose it’s 2011, after the fact.
This is part two of a three part series featuring a tour of the handmade valentines I’ve made in the years since I graduated from college. This links you to the first post.
Some years the valentine making process is easy, some years it literately draws blood, as it did in 2000. It seemed appropriate that the message that year was literal as well as figurative. Sometimes love is difficult and can hurt.
The next year I constructed a valentine that was transparent, with each side different, yet the same, reflecting the many layers of love within each of us….perhaps also a statement about how we change, depending upon the angle we’re viewed from.
My city has been gray and the skies have been full of rain this past week so because today is Valentine’s Day I’m taking you on a tour of my heart instead of on a tour of the place I live, as this week’s photo challenge suggested.
Back in 1981 I was living in San Antonio, going to graduate school while my husband was learning how to fly airplanes for the Air Force in Del Rio. I can’t remember why but one day I wandered downtown and had my portrait taken at one of those “old-time” photo studios. I don’t remember much about that day or why I did it but apparently I was left with pictures I then needed to use.
Enter Valentine’s Day. I do recall sitting down at the dining room table in the apartment I shared with another student and making valentines with a sewing machine, construction paper, doilies, stickers and those photos of myself. I mailed them off to a few of my professors from college and the former classmates I had addresses for.
What a wonderful thing it is, to know someone in one context and then see them in a totally different role.
Last week I spent time with a man who I know as a priest, a military officer and a friend but I’ve never seen him with his family.
This title of this blog post makes me smile. My father, ever the master punster, would heartily approve. I’m sure he’s grinning from his eternal resting place.
I visited a sheep ranch in South Dakota yesterday and if there ever was a more enjoyable interpretation of variation, I’m not sure what it would be!
These faces! They just couldn’t be any cuter, each animal full of it’s own personality, and each one a variation on the theme.