My grandfather was a hobby photographer and I was apparently one of his favorite eye-catching subjects. His old slide collection is full of deteriorating pictures of me as an infant, me in my ballet leotard, my Easter bonnet, my Brownie uniform, my Christmas morning pajamas and the little polka dot bathing suit I so loved.
You would probably expect to find these kinds of pictures in a family collection, but now, having spent my life as an artist and a serious amateur photographer myself, I can see something unique in these old photos. I may have my bonnet on and the picture may be of me and my grandmother, but there is an element of surprise in each of them, as if they were not posed, as if something caught his eye and he (always equipped with a camera) seized on the moment to literally capture it in time.
When I'm gone, my family will find a close-up of a waterlily on a pond in Missouri, my cat Mia, stretched out on a sun bathed patch of my dining room carpet, a winding road leading....who knows where and lots of random shots like these which, for some reason caught my eye at the time.