There is a line which runs back through time, to my father who introduced me to the mysteries of the dark room when I was just a little girl and to my grandfather who kept bees and treasured his books for the stories and images they were keepers of.
I spent many magical hours with these men, cloistered in a dark room with my father surrounded by finely calibrated machinery and ominous chemicals, swishing the negatives in fixative liquid; the magician's apprentice. Or at my gentle and quiet grandfather's side on the divan, reverently turning the pages of books, travelling into the uncharted territories they revealed.
Photography was my shadow through my boisterous girlhood, my sassy teenage years and then my years as a mother, wife and working woman, only noticeable as a siren's voice, whispering to me whenever I encountered a breathtakingly beautiful, poignantly evocative and always so achingly transient scene, urging me to capture this, to preserve it forever. But it did not occur to me to look through the lens of a camera until years later, the terminal illness of my father drove me to realize that time is precious and these moments will never return.
I am building this store slowly, as time beside my work and other interests allows, In the meantime, you are invited to visit my photo stream.
I spent many magical hours with these men, cloistered in a dark room with my father surrounded by finely calibrated machinery and ominous chemicals, swishing the negatives in fixative liquid; the magician's apprentice. Or at my gentle and quiet grandfather's side on the divan, reverently turning the pages of books, travelling into the uncharted territories they revealed.
Photography was my shadow through my boisterous girlhood, my sassy teenage years and then my years as a mother, wife and working woman, only noticeable as a siren's voice, whispering to me whenever I encountered a breathtakingly beautiful, poignantly evocative and always so achingly transient scene, urging me to capture this, to preserve it forever. But it did not occur to me to look through the lens of a camera until years later, the terminal illness of my father drove me to realize that time is precious and these moments will never return.
I am building this store slowly, as time beside my work and other interests allows, In the meantime, you are invited to visit my photo stream.
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$60.00