Sunday, April 5, 2020
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My Tribute to a wonderful friend:
I had the opportunity to spend the most fabulous day with this wonderful lady a few years back. She was a client and friend and I asked if I could photograph her, she was "tickled."
Upon arriving to her home I was greeted with her infectious smile and the smell of freshly baked bread. Inside was sultry, a crock of chicken soup bubbling along, keeping time with the hum of the old wood stove. We laughed a lot that day, there was gaiety in the air.
After our tasty, homey lunch, we proceeded into the front parlor. Sunlight flooded the space and I placed her in the three window alcove, you know...always place your friends in the best light.
...and so it began...
I photographed her arthritic hands, still nimbly able to maneuver the fine thread and a needle. I asked her if they were painful..."no" she said, " once they are like this, the pain is gone."
Winnie was a religious women, a believer. As time passed I summoned the courage to ask if I could photograph her hands, "these old things, why would you want a picture of these," but she readily agreed. We lay her hands on her beloved bible and the result, "Morning Devotion."
Rest my ol' friend, I will remember.
