Monday, January 12, 2009


after maybe forty forced and uncomfortable shots, of what had began as an organic moment, my mom, defeated, shot these last three. and I love them. even the scowly one. I could bear-hug her in happiness, but I wont.

1 comment:

peaitlreiecnia said...

lol i know exactly how you feel

everytime i visit your page, i just wish wish wish i was half a good a photographer as you.

some people just have it and i most definitely do not

but not to worry, your photos are all just so pretty
:)