“We are our faces. That’s all there is, light on faces.” Garry Winogrand
There is a little camera that I keep by my front door. I grab it randomly, and only when the mood strikes. Sometimes I forget about it for weeks. Sometimes I think of it everyday.
This is the film from my Nikon One Touch, taken February through June 2016. Kodak Portra and Ektar. Scanned by Pro Photo Connection, Irvine.
One morning after breakfast.
Oakland. Rachel, Tara, and Ellie’s first sushi lunch date.
Favorites in my yard.
No more pink bedroom. Still okay with pink unicorn.
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My parents sell the house. My daughter in my bedroom window.
Ellie “naps” on my couch.
Drove to Encinitas for a Craigslist score that didn’t work out.
This velveteen rabbit couch.
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Mother’s Day.
Father’s Day.
Thinking about making dinner.
The pool is warm enough to enjoy again.
French braids before going out to dinner.
I was told this plant would attract butterflies so when a caterpillar appeared I left him alone and he devoured the whole thing.
Here you see that the plant and the caterpillar came back.
(I choose to believe.)
