For most of my life I didn’t photograph my mother. A few years ago I noticed the hole in my archive, and, ashamed of my avoidance and/or complete inconsideration, began consciously making images with my mom. Almost every time she’s sat for me since, we end up in tears from laughing. It’s the greatest gift I deprived myself of for over a decade.
Here are a few outtakes from our quilting shoot a while back, where we both almost peed our pants.
Thanks for being such a willing subject, Mom. Sorry it took me so long, and sorry for the tasteless title of this post (:
Happy Mother’s Day Weekend!
Jordan
What do you mean “almost peed”? Ha ha ha!!