I gotta tell you. I'm exhausted. I'm anxious. I'm deflated. Like most of you, I'm at my wit's end because of fires, violence in the streets, unfair treatment of people of color, homelessness, the unwillingness of elected politicians to stand up for what's right, and a president who seems determined to destroy what's left of our democracy. Oh, and did I mention Covid? It's still a thing, right?
I'm so tired. Everyone I know is so tired.
It had been nearly eight months since Eddie and I had seen our grandkids and their wonderful parents (who are celebrating 15 years of marriage on this very day!). It was too long, and I'd had enough. Despite our fear of getting the virus, we masked up, goggled up and gloved up, and we got on a plane. We had enough wipes to wipe down an entire Costco, and we even contemplated wearing disposable hazmat-like suits (we drew the line there).
So now we're quarantining, waiting even a few more days before we get within six feet of our family. That doesn't stop me from photographing them, though.
But here's a thing that's been on my mind. My portfolio, entitled "Grandmother with a Camera", for which I make these pictures, is made up of black and white images. And you know what? I think I'm tired of black and white. I'm tired of a lot of things, but black and white photography has been my calling card for decades. This is blasphemous!
But, look, due to the current state of affairs, I've decided to give myself a break. I'm too tired not to. Honestly, my black and white images seem drab and sad and even a bit haunting right now. Who needs that? Pas moi.
So, for the next few weeks, I'm going to make color pictures of my grandchildren. There, I said it. Now I'm committed.
Here's the first one.