54/365: Wilson's Long-lost Cousin, BB
Friday, February 23, 2007
After I visited my mother in the hospital, I went in search of who she was . . . hoping to find a part of myself. I went to her childhood neighborhood and took a lot of photographs of dwellings, or the shells of dwellings, as I don't know exactly where she lived. I also took pictures of found objects, like this long-forgotten basketball. I'm remembering the ring I found a few days ago, the symbol of the found. There were things of value in this space, but one had to search for them because of the neglect and the urban decay. I wondered about the basketball, who owned it and what kinds of dreams this person thought the basketball would bring. I also wondered: how did I get where I am from where she was. For more images, see the pics on Flickr.
@ 9:25 PM
wonderful colors (and backstory)
It really does look very well loved.
I love this photograph. One of my favorites of yours. The color contrast is really good. I'm going to look at your others now.
I love this shot, and the post that accompanies it. What a journey of self-(re)discovery you're on right now. {{{Billie}}}