I was hanging out in Great Barrington MA last spring and shot this image of the sun lighting a shock of hair and a young woman’s profile. I love the wisps caught by the sun in the upper left corner! And the shape of what’s not in shadow . . . Somehow the camera captures so much more than what my naked eye can process.
Louie has new chew toys! He jumps on the table after Christmas Eve dinner and goes for the live centerpiece. See his ears turned back? That’s because I’m scolding him, telling him in my not-nice voice to get down. Does he care? Only enough to put his ears in low gear.
Next photo is this morning, Christmas Day. Louie has been playing tether ball with the ornaments. He hides under the tree. Chews its “branches”, too. So many new chew toys! The best part of Christmas for Louie, along with the much-needed nap after so much excitement.
After his nap, Louie wakes to play with the tree ornaments again. The sun has gone down and everything’s even more exciting in the dark!
On this eve of Thanksgiving, Louie has already begun to celebrate. He doesn’t have to worry about shopping, chopping, stuffing, mashing, pie-baking or cakes. All he has to do is sit at my feet, wait for the bits of roast beef to appear at my fingertips, and lick his lips. Next hour, my son opens a can of tuna and a quarter cup of Louie’s favorite juice appears in his bowl. Oh, if our Thanksgiving dinner could be so effortless!
Before: King Louie
After: Tuna juice does it every time.
In my previous post I introduced you to Nora. Here are the photographs from her first day at work. She was modeling earrings for Rabbit Rodeo Design. When I first started taking pictures, my focus was portraits of women. In a way, I’m back at it with Nora, and so far she looks great in every color of hair. Yay! In order of their appearance, the earring designs Nora is wearing: Put on Your Red Dress Baby, Lunch at Sundance, and Pink Cadillacs.
Recently, I’ve run into mannequins. It’s a whole new world. Folks collect them, refurbish them with new paint, human hair lashes and glass eyes. Ten years ago, if I had paid a visit to a fortune teller and she told me that mannequins and wigs would play some part in my future, I wouldn’t have believed it.
Last fall I attended a play on a college campus in the Berkshires, and a group of mannequins were lolling in the lobby. I shot them on my way out. A few weeks ago I happened upon an armless vintage woman of wood. She was worn to tatters and I fell in love with the mesmerizing cracks and deformities in her skin.
Finally, there’s Nora, restored perhaps beyond her original glory with ruby-red lips, piercing glass eyes, and Snow White skin. Before I finished unwrapping her, I began to photograph her, in an attempt to decipher her mystery. Nora’s going to do some modeling for me. When she’s not working, she’s the beauty in the basement. The rest of the family says she’s too spooky to reside anywhere else in the house. So, in the basement she will perch, her head sealed in a plastic grocery bag when she’s between gigs. Can’t allow any dust to settle in those lashes.