A blog of musings, experiences and morning coffee…
Remember when your were a kid and one of your friends would say, “Let’s Play Pretend!”? And off the two of you would go, creating a world that most likely only the two of you could see or understand whether to play house or Cowboys and Indians..
So, let’s play ‘pretend’! You get to chose the setting for our game. You are a photographer today, I am your companion/assistant/model. However, since I am the one who said, “let’s play pretend”, I am dictating your choice of two settings:
How many times in your life have you walked past a mirror seeing your own reflection?
Does it ever occur to you to wonder: What if I could live the life of my reflection? Would that life be different? Is there another side to me? Do I really want to know?
The “Perfect” Life: I was destined to marry a boy from my hometown, have 2.5 children, a station wagon, a ranch-style house with a white 4-plank fence around it and be a school teacher or a nurse. This was defined as “happily ever after”.
When I was 18 years old, I had only two aspirations. The first was to be what is now termed, a “flight attendant”. Back then it was “stewardess”. The only class I truly loved was geography and my only fantasy was traveling to all those places I had read about. So many years later, I still have that grade school geography book on my bookshelves, even though the countries have changed names, politics and leaders more times than I could ever have imagined. I came from a farm near a little town in Kentucky where not a one of my immediate family, during my childhood, had ventured further than Lexington, Louisville, Frankfort or eastern Kentucky. My mother was a well-read individual with many books on her shelves. But no one ever left my hometown unless they had to and then they hurried back to it as quickly as they could.