I baked a batch of biscotti the other day. My Nonna used to make them quite often and always had a supply to bring out with her piping hot coffee on any stop we made in the evening. We would show up there most times unannounced just to have a bit of her time. I didn't want to learn many of her recipes because I had this hope that if I didn't learn that it would somehow force the world to let me keep her in my life forever. I wanted it to he her hands. But as she and I got older I spent time making certain foods with her and yet others I never saw the process. This recipe is good, but not hers and if I'm really being honest with myself I don't think that I could reproduce them even if I had all of the steps because there's more to a family recipe than what's written down. And so I this trail of thought led me to think about my images. Would you have seen all that was happening here with just this shot. The contemplation of all things here and those things gone?
So maybe that's what my collection of images is about. A story that you might only understand from my side of the lens and still I try to lay out this trail of crumbs to follow. I try to show you how this life looks to me. How this beautiful world moves me to want to capture it and save bits and pieces. I want my daughters to look through this collection and get a feel for the woman I am here and now. I want to remember who I am but showing you these images.......... I'm just telling you bits and pieces. It's not the whole recipe and I cross my fingers that I can get the story across even without you ever being with me as I cook this life into what it is and will be.