I don’t remember what I was thinking when my mom took this photograph of me. Probably something along the lines of “I hope this is the pose Mom wants.” She took her photography very seriously and I was pleased and terrified when she wanted to take photos of me in my ballet costume.
I was pleased because this was around 1977. You had to use actual film back then, kids, and my mom did not waste film on random snapshots. So I know I was determined to pose properly. And there was no knowing if I got it right until she went to the darkroom at the community college and developed the film. Since I saw her only every other weekend, it was likely going to be weeks before I’d know if the pictures turned out at all.
But there I am.
I’m really feeling this photograph. I’m trying to get something right and I won’t know for a while how I did.
This picture was taken in central Florida in my grandmother’s backyard just a few months before my life was going to change in ways I couldn’t imagine and which were not good. But I like my determination in this picture. I want to channel that kid who wanted to be a writer or an artist even then. (I also wanted to be a dancer…can’t do everything.)
The New Year is coming, y’all. May it be good to us.
Thanks for reading.