The only way to get to my room was to go down this one lengthy hallway. On one side of the hallway were a number of rooms including the sewing room and on the other side was a wall covered from top to bottom in photographs. I can remember turning on the light in the hallway and just standing there staring at all of those faces of relatives from long ago. I was enthralled by the photographs of my grandparents from when they were young. My grandparent's were both beautiful individuals, these early images portrayed vibrant and happy people without the grey hair and wrinkles. I was enchanted by the black and white images of these two who I knew in an entirely different manner. Today I was reminded of the wall of photographs by a link I clicked on as I was browsing my photography blogs. The photo's displayed on this page are some of the only color photographs that exist from the Depression Era (http://extras.denverpost.com/archive/captured.html). The images are incredibly real. The people in them raw and unposed. I can only ever hope to attain from my viewers the feelings that these honest images emote in me, but that won't stop me from trying. This is why I strive to keep my images as natural and unposed as possible. This is the type of photography that first drew me to pick up a camera and this is what keeps drawing me back again and again. All these years later it's not the material possessions piled high in the sewing room that hold the memories I have of my grandparents, but rather the images I have in my mind and those in print that endure.
Just for fun, here are a few images of my grandparents from my grandmothers wall all those years ago.
And finally my grandparents as I will always remember them, standing in front of their Southern California home.