A lot of things have been on my mind this past year and memories flood back to me. There are days when I vividly feel the weight of the past. My memories and those of the women before me. I strive to speak, to tell, to remember. And hopefully to create understanding. Naturally, my camera tells the story for me as I document my memories. And, hopefully, those of the women that felt the weight of society and unrealistic expectations before me.
It has taken me quite a while to consider myself a photographer.In my lifetime I have been daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, empty nester, widow, and partner.Never in those years was I a photographer. Frankly, except for family memories, I didn't have time. Some might, and have said that I am stubborn.I prefer determined.When I had time later in my life to learn new skills, I decided to be determined about photography.It has been a Life changing,challenging new skill. I have always seen stories in the world around me,now I have a way to tell them.
