Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
When my mother died, I found these old letters tied with a netted ribbon, unread for many years. They were the letters of an old boyfriend who had tragically died decades before in war.
A few years later, my mother met my father and fell in love again. Their's was a wonderful marriage; I never saw two people that loved each other so much.
My mother showed me the letters once. She said it was hard to throw away something that proved the existence of a young man whose life was cut short, but remains forever young.
I've never read the letters. Somehow it seems an invasion of privacy, but I suppose keeping them allows everyone to live on in some way.
Not unlike what happens to young women (and men) still today. Some tragedies never change.
Wondered how well this would turn out. Taken from a moving car through tinted windows with a point and shoot. The tinted window gave me some strange coloring which took me awhile to fix, and I'm still not quite happy with it. I also had to straighten the image and I added a bit of gaussian blur to the sky to reduce noise.
Not great, but better than I thought it would turn out.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Well, the peonies are in full bloom, so I really, really have to take pics of them. I set this on a piece of linen with the design handmade by my mom. She made it as a young woman with beautiful cutwork and hand stitching. Over the years the linen has become incredibly soft and silky and I'm happy to say it has held up extremely well.
Talented and artistic woman, my mother.
I have a post box by the side of the road in front of my house. I have tried to photograph it and make it look interesting, but, alas, it is a boring subject.
This simple mail slot in an old door, however, is far more intriguing. Sometimes older is better.
I adore small town America. If you are looking for Norman Rockwellesque feeling that we have lost in our 21st century world, explore a small town or two. Luckily, I'm surrounded by them.
This one is Beaver, PA. The gazebo, however, was built by Hollywood-types that found this was a perfect small town that was lacking a "Music Man"-type centerpiece that is quintessentially Americana. So Ron Howard had them build a gazebo for the movie "Gung Ho". www.imdb.com/title/tt0091159/
Notice the red, white and blue bunting on the house in the back. Movie set perfect!