*Not the typical images I share on this blog, but I was pleased with the results.
After the arrival of a cold front late Wednesday (we hit 80 degrees earlier in the week – in January!) Houston’s skies were blanketed with altocumulus clouds. My 93-year-old grandmother described them as “buttermilk clouds,” otherwise known as a mackerel sky.
I photographed the view with an old Hasselblad 500c/m on Fujifilm Neopan 100 Acros that I processed with Ilfosol 3.
what she means:
Steinbeck actively hates himself and his ability so much that when he saw the slightest bit of himself in Q, he instantly reacted by projecting his self loathing onto him and telling Q that, "If you were born with this ability, then you have no choice but to die with it too. God exists, he just doesn't love you." because that's the same exact conclusion he has reached about himself after possibly a lifetime of self-hatred. It's often mentioned that Steinbeck loves his family and, yet, he doesn't want to go home after the fall of Fitzgerald. He claims this is because he wants to piece back together the remnants of the Guild and crush Fitzgerald, but it could very well also be due to him believing that he doesn't DESERVE to go home after all that he's done. All this has strongly implied that something terrible has happened with his ability in the past that continuously fuels his self-hatred
My 93-year-old grandmother had a successful knee surgery on Monday. Two pins and some keen wiring closed a two-inch gap on her broken right kneecap.
I had a chance to spend time with her today at Methodist Hospital. Lying in bed with a new bionic leg brace, she clutched a stuffed toy dog, named “Propwash,” that my grandfather had given her during his military service in World War II with the U.S. Army Air Corps in Europe, where he helped build communication systems to land British bombers.
According to my mother, anytime the children were sick, my grandmother would give them Prowash to have in their beds. The grandchildren received similar comfort when we stayed at our grandparent’s home.
The first image in this pair of photos was made this afternoon, Jan. 31. The second image was made the night before her surgery, Jan. 29, as she rested in my grandfather’s lift chair. My uncle, who’s been at her bedside for much of the past week, appears in the background of the first image.
Many thanks to all my tumblr friends who’ve expressed their concern, love and support after I shared images from my grandmother’s initial ER visit last weekend. It’s meant the world to me and to my family.