The Payne parents requested that the whole family come together for Christmas as the final celebration of their 50th anniversary year, so all 14 of us gathered in South Carolina.
There’s nothing quite like Europe at Christmastime, I’ve decided. After 3.5 years spent mostly in Asia and Africa, with no snowy winters or walkable cities, I was craving European charm.
I’ve started this post a half dozen times from this stiff airport “lounge” chair. This was our first home – a launching point for a continent of adventure – a place to be together – and a place where we were very much alone.
It’s been a tough few months. Year one was magical. Year two hit us with stress and frustration. We’ve laughed that we woke up on our anniversary, and already it was unfolding differently than we expected.
A couple of months ago, I had a desire to make portraits of the diverse, beautiful, feisty, and joyful women of our Pretoria church. I was shy and tentative, and I kept coming up with reasons not to execute the project.
Just a shade over two-thousand-one-hundred.
In this digital age that’s how many photos you carry back from a dusty, whirlwind anniversary trip.
One year. Laughter & tears. Dancing in the kitchen to our made-up songs. Counting the other’s snorting laughter as success. …
“A man’s work is from sun to sun, but a woman’s work is never finished.”
120 millimeters. The analog world’s quiet call to remind us that everything evolved is not necessarily better.