Experimenting……

With telling a story through the camera. Still got a long way to go before I’m selling to a magazine-to be sure.

Several years ago, when I was on my blogspot site, I told the story of this room in my father’s house.  Before you view the pictures below,  please go read that post.

It won’t take you long-I can wait. It sets the story.

For these pictures:

 This is a picture of that room in my fathers house. The interesting thing about this museum is that once you enter the tapestry of our family’s history-and become “an exhibit” so to speak-you remain in the exhibition hall. Thus you will notice if you look carefully, a picture of the S.O. there nestled in there among grandparents, parents, sisters and ex’s. My sister Barbara put this all together. It is kind of, as I explained in the post earlier, our family museum.

This her:

I think that picture was taken in Norway but I cannot be sure.

She also put together various collages of different members of the family:

As you can tell I still have a ways to go with learning how to gauge light settings-even with letting the camera do some of the work. I’m discovering knowing which ISO setting to use is pretty important. Especially under tungsten lights-as well as learning how not to use the flash.

Nonetheless, if you look closely you can see most of us-at some important periods in our lives. Look in the upper right hand corner, you will see a picture from 1963 or 1964-of our entire family that was taken at my grandmother’s house. I could not have been any older than six methinks.

Interesting isn’t it-the tapestry one’s family can create-as the branches of the family tree twist and turn. If you could see that room in total you would see pictures of, by a conservative estimate 25+  people telling a story from the 1920’s onward and in a couple of  case somewhat earlier.

And finally, the couple to whom all of us owe a debt of gratitude for which we can never repay. Who got us all started on our particular parts of the tree:

My mother and father on their wedding day-in 1943.

“Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”-Kevin Arnold.

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