I am taking up a new challenge suggested by my buddy Stacie (girlgriot). I loved her photo blog and wanted to explore more. Nancy C. has also been pushing me to Word Press, so the stars are in the right alignment.
I don’t remember this moment with my mom and our life in front of my dad’s freshly painted truck, ushering in Kaplan’s Electric Service. Just behind us, our new house, still our family homestead 60 years later.
I am still startled by this woman, proud to say, she’s my mom as she beams at me. Both of us fresh, ready for our connection.
My mom and her first of three, me.
I had thousands of photos to begin with and my hand moved me right here to a place I relish even if I have no literal memory of it in my banks
This photo has traveled with me from dorm rooms at Hofstra, at SUNY Albany, to apartments in Ellenville, Piermont and Nyack.
I’m glad that this frozen moment lives beyond the paper and the ink, already wearing thin.
It’s living here now as I write in and out about it.
There is more to say.