Amateur Black and White Photography

Pardon the dust. I forgot to give the scanner a quick swipe and I can't be bothered to scan it again.

This is Husband, our oldest, Sian, and I in 1995. We were back in Minnesota and Husband was attending college. I was going through a string of very bad hairdo decisions (you'll see as I post more photos) and Husband had decided to go with a goatee/mustache combo, which he later abandoned and then questioned with his very soul, since his facial hair never came in as more than sort of scrappy. I notice it's back in fashion now, but he won't be trying it again. Nor will I ever, EVER wear bangs. I should have learned my lesson by then.



I took a photography class with Shanna once and so I used my family as subjects for my black and white phase. Here is Sian, above and below, age 9 or 10. I probably took all these black and white photos in 2003.



I captured Husband working hard on his journal. This was the beginning of his writing career. He claims that I made him what he is, in a somewhat literary sense, because he never read much before he married me. Now he's as big a bookworm as I am.



Gabrielle was about 7 or 8 here.



Now why this picture of the dining room? I was thinking about still life photography. Here you can see the way I usually leave walls blank, like canvases waiting to be painted. Is it the anticipation of art? Is it a comment on my mental state? Or is it that I can't afford my style?

Yes.