A daughter says many things to her mother through the course of years. The most difficult of course is “goodbye”.
A gracious and elegant woman, she is greatly missed.
This is one of my favorite photos of her, taken in 1956, the same year she married my father.
A lighthearted moment with yours truly giggling in the foreground, summer 1963.
Barry and I spent a couple of weeks in Illinois after Mom died, then stopped in Kansas City to visit with family on the way home. It was really great to reconnect with that side of the family, share photos with them and learn more about the people in all those old photos. Some of the pictues date back to the early 1900’s and are pretty cool. Perhaps if you all will indulge me, a few will show up here from time to time.
Now that we’re back home in Boise we’re slowly settling back into our normal work routines. More studio news and a neat series of in-process pictures that I was working on in early December will be added to the blog shortly.
In the meantime, please know that I deeply appreciate the kind expressions of sympathy that have been sent in these last few weeks.
The night my mother died, central Illinois was glazed by ice. Under the brilliance of the next morning’s sun the landscape sparkled as if all the stars in heaven danced across the forest and prairie. The prismatic beauty of ice lasted for days. It was glorious.