explored the possibilities . . . art, life, love . . . in three words
Sunday, May 25, 2008
. . . went back home
on a rainy stormy day, with Stephanie, a hyped-up Betsy, and a teething Joey. Omi was happy to see us, especially the babies, and fed us lunch. This is her house, where my brothers and sisters and I grew up. The turret housed the "girls room" when we were kids. The yard didn't look like this while we were young. . . it was a football field, a baseball diamond, a track, whatever we needed it to be. Those trees weren't there, but they've had 30 years to obliterate all signs of us kids. My mom lives here by herself, and I think it's getting hard for her to keep up with the demands of an old house. It probably needs some work . . . maybe a lot of work.
The search for inspiration was successful, although the wonderful junkyard was closed. I took Joey on stroller rides down the alleys and found some great pictures. The red is so juicy. . .
and I love the texture on this one. I cropped it a bit so that it looks a bit less like a boob. . .
I may have an obsession with blue and rust, but isn't this one great?
I took about 125 pictures, including one of Owen, my classmate. I also visited with Sharon, Freda, Carolyn and Connie. We said we'd stay in touch, exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. I hope we do . . . but reality says we probably won't.