Recently I was looking through an old pictorial book of WWI. Inside I found a note and a lock of hair tied with a pink ribbon and many 4 leaf clovers. The note reads "Your eyes are like dimands(sic), Your hear(sic)is just fine, god(sic) bless you my dirling(sic), I wish you were mine". I simple note filled with tenderness. I don't know the story. I assume this was written by a soldier during WWI. I don't know if the soldier returned, or if the young lady survived. I do know that someone was loved. SOMEONE WAS LOVED I took the images through painted plexiglass to age the scenes.
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.
