I really need to work on scanning in better samples of my darkroom work. Or I just need to start scanning in my negatives again. Either one would work I suppose.

I’ve always really Loved this picture. Perhaps it’s because it reminds me of Sally Mann work at times, my favorite photographer, or perhaps because it captures an innocence that will soon be gone between these two sisters.

Shots like these make me miss working in the dark room and even more taking good pictures. I feel like there’s so much emotion in this photograph and I wonder if it’s just me because I know these little girls. I know this picture was taken at a sleepover in my Grandma’s new apartment (her third one after my Papaw died, what would soon become only 3 of 15 more to come) that wasn’t quite big enough for even the four of us to sleep (the two girls, me, and my Grandma) that was piled high in every corner memories of the past 30 years of her marriage taken from a four bedroom two story home in a nice suburban neighborhood to a income based assisted living type old folks apartment complex merely a mile away from the place we all called home for so long. I know this picture was taken amidst clouds of laughter and my Grandma telling us to quiet down because her old fogie neighbors might complain about the sound of little children giggling at the top of their lungs while their Aunt Talia swung them around the room full throttle, dodging Ball jars filled with potpourri and little ducks dressed in raincoats and Santa outfits. I know, that inside we were all hurting and yet we filled that night with as much fun as we could muster, and yet still I managed to capture the one serious moment snuggled in between bouts of wrestling around on the floor and playing dress up. For me, this is one of the best photos I’ve ever made (as my Southern husband would put it).