Single mother. Only child. Two ladies taking endless road trips and rocking out to Annie Lennox. I remember my mom telling me the song "Precious" from Lennox's album Diva was how she felt about me. In the chorus Annie sings: "I was lost until you came". Maybe she wasn't lost, but my mother always made it clear that I was the most important thing in her life. I'm so grateful to have grown up with that message and to have such a positive example of female strength and devotion to guide me. In every picture I found of us together, she always had her arms wrapped around me. My mother is my guardian in every sense of the word, and my best friend.
Another doc-photo series from my dad's hometown Scranton, PA. Except this time, it's from high school when I had stlightly higher ambitions with my photography. This was when my grandmother was still alive, though living poorly. I always made sure to dress down whenever I went to Scranton because everything I brought with me would be saturated with cigarette smoke, so I find these portraits somewhat less-than-flattering. It's still an interesting time capsule to examine- 5 years ago. Now both my Grandmother and Uncle John (as scene in the army-print jumpsuit with my dad) have died and my father sold his childhood home where these portraits were taken. My dad often laments that we will never go back, now that there is no reason to visit.
To see my other post on Scranton: http://iwannabeanfeast.blogspot.com/2011/01/scranton.html