Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Hewitt and Marie

My mother, who is 79 years old, works out at the local wellness center in the small Alabama town where she lives.  A few years ago, she befriended the man on the treadmill next to her (not unusual, for those of you who know Mom; she's a flirt).  This man, however, is 94 years old, and has been happily married for almost 65 years.  On my last trip home, she took me to meet "Hughie" and his wife, Marie.

They live in an immaculately kept brick house with a winding driveway. As we drove up, a local grocer followed us; he was dropping off some dinner rolls for them. We knocked at the back door, and waited. When the door finally opened, Hughie hugged my Mom, and introduced himself to me.  It was hard to believe he is 94. He ushered us in to meet Marie, who was sitting on the couch in their den awaiting the Auburn and Alabama football game.  It was made clear that they're Bama fans...

They were both so excited to see us, and were really the picture of good health.  Marie could hardly wait to tell me their story, and I wanted to share parts of it with you.

In the summer of 1932, a mutual friend introduced them.  They both attended the same high school, and while they didn't immediately fall in love, they started slowly in that direction.  He played football, and after a game one evening, she waited for him to shower and dress, before going on their first date to Mac's Cafe.  They had pie and a Coke.  Can you imagine remembering something like that all those years ago?

Hughie went away for work that summer, but Marie didn't date anyone else.  They "picked right up" when he returned home, but eventually he went into the Army, where he was stationed in the South Pacific during World War II.  He asked a friend of theirs to go with Marie to choose an engagement ring, which she still has.  Hughie returned home on December 26, 1945, and they were married March 7, 1946.

The ceremony took place at her parents' home by their Methodist minister.  She wore a soft blue suit, while he chose a dark suit.  They first lived upstairs in her parents home in an attic that was partially finished.  During hot summer nights, they took their mattress outside on the roof and slept under the stars.

Eventually, they moved to Tuscaloosa, where he attended the University of Alabama and received his civil engineering degree.  She worked for the Boy Scouts, and went to college later in Mississippi.  Throughout the years, his job took them all over the world, before they eventually retired and moved back home.

When I asked Marie what the secret to their long, happy marriage was, she replied "There was nothing difficult about it.  If you truly love each other and are dedicated to a relationship, it is easy."  They weren't able to have children, and she regrets now that they didn't adopt.  But her main regret is "that I don't have many years left with my husband."

We left soon afterwards so they could watch their football game.  I felt honored to have shared a few minutes of their lives, yet wistful that I'd never found what they have.  I don't think many people do.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

An Afternoon in Deep Ellum

I spent this afternoon in Deep Ellum, which is near downtown Dallas.  The area originally became distinguished as a prime jazz and blues hot spot in the South.  Artists such as Blind Lemon Jefferson, Robert Johnson, Huddie "Ledbelly" Ledbetter, and Bessie Smith played in Deep Ellum clubs like The Harlem and The Palace.  In 1937, a columnist described Deep Ellum as:
"...[the] one spot in the city that needs no daylight saving time because there is no bedtime...[It is] the only place recorded on earth where business, religion, hoodooism, gambling and stealing goes on at the same time without friction...Last Saturday, a prophet held the best audience in this 'Madison Square Garden' in announcing that Jesus Christ would come to Dallas in person in 1939. At the same time a pickpocket was lifting a week's wages from another guy's pocket, who stood with open mouth to hear the prophecy..."
Deep Ellum is a great place to do a photo shoot.  Seventy years after its heyday, it still has a lot of character.  Today, I worked with Lizzy, Chris and the boys.  We walked all over, and it was a gorgeous autumn day, with breezes that keep the leaves rustling down the streets.  Here are a few of my favorite shots:

Saturday, November 13, 2010

A Brand New Life

Yesterday I photographed the labor and delivery of a client of mine.  I'd done her maternity shoot last month, and it was planned that if I could be at the hospital, I would.  The timing was perfect, and it was a pleasure to work with Bonnie and Mark again.

This was my first labor and delivery shoot, but it couldn't have gone more smoothly.  Bonnie was a trooper, especially considering that this was her first child, and she'd had a very difficult pregnancy.  I was amazed at the teamwork that went on at the hospital...the nurses and the doctor were incredible!  The  baby was delivered in Bonnie's room.  Somehow, I'd imagined a cold, sterile operating room!

Here are a few photographs I wanted to share.  They were taken right before or literally minutes after the birth of Alexandria, who arrived a happy, alert little girl, all of six pounds. 

Welcome, little one!  I think you're in very good hands.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Tom and Owen

Is there anything cuter than a boy and his dog??  I spent some time this morning doing a Christmas card photo shoot of my dear friend, Tom, and his sweet pup, Owen.  It was easy to get in the spirit! Owen is part Rat Terrier (yes!) and part Corgi.  We rescued him near Abilene some time back.  He was a little shy today, but I like to think that he secretly enjoyed the attention.  On the way home, I even put on a little Christmas music in the car!  Merry Christmas early, y'all!

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Bonnie and Mark

I did a photo shoot this afternoon for Bonnie and Mark, who are expecting their first child in mid-November.  We met at Prairie Creek Park, on a beautiful autumn afternoon, and I had such a fun time photographing this couple.  Here are a few of my favorite shots.

I hope to be present when the baby is born to capture her first moments with Mom and Dad.  In the meantime, here's hoping the last month goes by safely and quickly.  I know Bonnie and Mark are ready to meet their daughter!

Saturday, October 30, 2010

October First Monday

Seems like I've been spending a lot of time in Canton, Texas lately, but so be it!  First Monday is the largest flea market in the country, and it happens in Canton once a month,  on Thursday through Sunday prior to the first Monday of each month.  A little confusing, I know, but when you live nearby, you get the hang of it.

Today dawned cool and sunny, a perfect day for the trip.  My friend, Jeanie, offered to drive, and by the time we were halfway into the 45-mile trip, traffic increased tremendously.  It was easy to spot the ladies who shop:  their noses were pointed due east and you could see their shopping carts in the back seats of their vehicles!  We arrived in town at 8:45 a.m.; it took almost hour due to all those determined shoppers! Here's Jeanie, ready to go, and me, debit card in hand.

Canton has a population of 5,000 people.  During First Mondays, it swells to 200,000.  I think the natives must be incredibly patient to put up with everything that goes on each month!  The shoppers were in the holiday mood; since tomorrow in Halloween, many were in costume, and people-watching (one of my favorite sports) was very rewarding...

Lots of shoppers, as always, had their dogs with them.  I think about taking Rose the Rat Terrier sometimes, but I'm not sure she'd like the noise and crowds.

Because of the upcoming holidays, there were even more treasures to discover than usual.  This trip, we spent a lot of time at the outdoor booths, as inside was beyond crowded.

Here's some regal seating for a cowgirl and his cowgirl, complete with a cooler built in between!

This lilac glass was really pretty!
I couldn't help but wonder where on earth this man was taking the chicken rug!

We stayed for about six hours, until we basically couldn't walk anymore.  By 3 pm, our cart was full, plus I was carrying two extremely heavy old windows that I bought to use in my booth at the Rockwall Christmas Art Market in December.

Luckily, I'll have a month to recuperate before I go back again!