What a difference 25 years make

Mercedes is my goddaughter and before my own darling children came along- she was one of my favorite subjects. Now that she is a mother herself, I took a minute to find some photos of her from her toddler days. In contrast to Mercedes all grown up, I am fascinated once again by the ability of images to tell stories without the use of words.

I'm Hoping

We had an unexpected and awful slushy snow the other day. It started around dinner and came down fast and furious. Definitely inches stuck to the ground. Another 2 hour school delay for my delighted children as well as snow shoveling for all including mom. March has been mostly cold, grey unrelenting days of wintry weather and I am ready for some signs of spring and seeing if any or all of the 250  bulbs that I purchased ( priced at least 50% off) and James planted in a new place in the yard come up. I'm ready to see actual flowers again. This image is a token hope that that is the last snow I see coming down outside my window until this December at the earliest.

(My own) Six Degrees of Separation

I've had the opportunity to photograph a wide range of subjects under all kinds of conditions. Sometimes I am the director, sometimes I am the observer. When I was asked to photograph Riverkeeper's annual Shadfest at Boscobel one year, I didn't know that the rainy conditions would force me under the tent with my camera to photograph the Bacon Brothers. Standing on the side, I waited patiently for Kevin Bacon to acknowledge me behind the lens. Some images are worth the wait.

About Andrea

I have added a new feature on the lower right hand column of my blog (I pasted what it looks like here below) as I wanted to assemble my posts about Andrea Lekberg and The Artist Baker and put them all in one spot. The first time I met Andrea, I knew she was a uniquely talented individual. I always have fun documenting her in action with my camera. And her culinary efforts are always lovely to behold and delicious to eat!

Dior Amour (a trip down memory lane)

Back in the day, I photographed a lot of parts models. That's what they are called- as in a model whose signature feature is her hands. or her feet, or her legs. Often times, when the work was done they would agree to stick around so we could play in front of the camera. The shape of my model's Liza's nails in the image above is kind of scary, looking at it now. She had the most perfectly tended hands and nails and I appreciated her exquisite care that kept them in pristine condition. I never once saw a hand model manage a phone with her fingers. They wore the best gloves and you always wanted to check out their hand cream.

(I fell in love with Christian Dior nail polish in the 70's and to this day I have a fascination with nail polish as a medium. Sort of amazes me.)