My sons and nephews are accustomed to the eccentric compositions that ebb and flow from our kitchen table. I was shooting some food this morning (Blam!) and I had to take a moment and appreciate everything that was jumbled before me.
My husband and I are under some tight deadlines for projects. We hover in the kitchen briefly to shovel down some food, and then we are back to our desks. He has to wait until I finish with a food shot in order to eat, and usually I give him the less that photographic portions. Poor guy. He has not divorced me yet for feeding him ugly, cold food, so I guess we are good.
He’s working on another sculpture right now, and spends his day focused on a greasy lump of clay, half watching black and white westerns and charro movies from the 1950’s. I’m in the other room writing, needing total silence. The voices in my head are competing with fake gunshots, and timid voices of swooning school marms. Just another day in paradise, here at the ranch.
Most days we just shove the odd jumble on our table to one side, so we can eat, and then get back to work. It’s just the two of us here at the ranch, but our projects join us at the table like stuffed animals at a tea party. We make room for them, as our projects are always on our minds.
Starting today, you will see more pictures of me on my blog. But I want you to know why. My sons and my husband are incredibly handsome, and are the subjects that I most love to photograph. But they loathe cameras snapping in their faces, and only allow me to take pictures if I promise […]
I Had a Moment There are different meat markets around my home town of Edinburg. I stopped by one of the larger ones, Junior’s Super Market, just on a regular shopping errand, and had this moment. After the first 10 paces, it dawned on me that this was the longest fresh meat counter I […]
Everything hurt. I had driven 60 miles to photograph a meat market in town, bought a few recipe ingredients and photography supplies, drove back to the ranch, and then spent the rest of the day cooking, styling and writing. Towards the end of the session, I was tired, my bones ached, and I was more […]