2014-131 MotherhoodWhen we moved back to Rochester almost 30 years ago, and I got to know my mother adult to adult, she quickly became my best friend.Mom is one of the smartest, savviest, and most compassionate people I have ever known.Now she has Alzheimer's and lives unwelcoming hundreds of miles away.I miss my mommy.Mom - November 2010My notes when I first posted this photo:As the edges start to fade.Her original intent had been to go on for her PhD in chemistry (she had her MS) and become a chemistry professor. She would have been extraordinary. The six of us rather changed those plans.She was extraordinary, just not according to her original plan. She taught me how to think.(When I went off to Wheaton College (IL) I had the same organic chemistry prof that she had had. It was a fearsome course.)Welta WelturKodak E100G 120 roll filmScanned transparency converted to black and white(The white balance and lighting were considerably less than wonderful.)Today's prompt fr
2014-128 WeatheredFirst thought: Weathered. Yes. That would be me.After 63 winters I figure I have a right to look a tad weathered. For the photo, I was out in the canoe on Irondequoit Creek the day after Christmas 2007. The Canon XTi was on a tripod bungied to the thwart in front of me. The lack of a hat says it was pretty mild, though I can assure you I was wearing neoprene. Hit that water unprotected and you have about two minutes before you really don't care anymore. Weathered is one thing; dead is quite another.I didn't have to look back far to find the image in my "Photos of me" collection, which told me a couple things: I take woefully few self-portraits, and I have not spent nearly enough time on the water. It's been a long time since I was in the habit of paddling every month of the year.By self-portrait I mean using a camera and tripod with a timer or remote and taking the time to think about what you are doing. Selfies with the phone held at arm's length don't count, at least not usually.
2014-127 When I hear...I made it to choir practice this evening. Between sickness, funerals, travel and surgery, that has not happened for a couple months. It was good to be back.When I hear the choir sing, with my voice blending in, I think this is where I belong.Thanks be to God.Pianoforte - July 2012The reflections caught my eye as I was standing by the piano after church that Sunday morning.Holga 120N, exposure by swagKodak 400 TMY roll filmEpson V500 scannerToday's prompt from http://writealm.com/may-prompts/
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