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Mom with 5 of her 7 daughters

Moving away from home, especially the first time, can be a pretty traumatic adventure.  Thinking back about it, 40 years after the fact, I remember it as being a  lonely time.  Exciting, but still lonely.  I was the second oldest child in a family of 9 children.  We were actually best friends.  My brother, Lon, would hardly leave home without saying, “Don’t say anything funny ’til I get back!”  So being on my own with only one roomy — one I had never met before and didn’t have to feed or wash her face or shoo her out of my things — was like losing all but one finger.  But it did give me time for observation — and reflection.  And to find what was important to me individually.  I can’t really say I did a good job of that.  But I can say that almost everything I have done in my life since, is in some way connected to my early years at home.  It was my foundation.  And I still find that even after all these years, I look, act, and sound like my sisters.

This really has nothing to do with photography except that we have now moved away from home and into our neighborhoods.  Just make sure you take with you what you learned at home.  If it works (makes you a better photographer/person and more serviceable)  then keep it, improve upon it.  If it doesn’t work (make you a better photographer/person or more serviceable) it’s okay to discard it.  Toss it aside.   Just make sure not to toss out the baby with the bathwater.  (Just some bit of wisdom I heard at home and thought I’d share.:)

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