Self Portrait in Laundry Chute
Fourth in the series of Self Portraits. I am wedged into the bottom of the laundry chute. Why? Why not. It was the last time I would be in a house I grew up in.
Self Portrait In Dressing Room
This photo is third in the series Interiors: Self Portrait in a Dressing Room. This was shot in the dressing room that adjoined my parents former bedroom.
Self Portrait on Stairs
This is the second in the fine art photography series Interiors. Self Portrait on Stairs. Most of this series will feature either odd or uncomfortable expressions or positions that reflect the range of swirling emotions for me, surrounding the sale of our family home.
This is the first Self Portrait in a fine art series I am calling “Interiors.” They are shot at my childhood home as it stood empty, before we turned it over to the new owners. This shot was taken through a laundry chute in the upstairs.
Hamidah thinking
A shot of my sister Hamidah. A lot not to like about the photo technically, but I love the mood and her pensiveness.
Maya begins a snow angel
My daughter Maya was much younger when this photo was taken. It was her first time making a snow angel and it was just her and I on our way to Sequoia National Park.
My sister and her daughter
My sister Istimah and her older daughter Aliyah. I am lucky to have such a terrific family. I don’t think she looks 29 at all. Happy birthday Istimah!
We were in Salzburg, Austria. My daughter Maya spontaneously touched Katrin’s belly. Although it looks like Katrin is pregnant, that didn’t happen until the fall. Loved Salzburg and Europe and my girls.
I liked this photo better in black and white than in color. It seems to highlight the moment for me.
My wife Katrin performs music classis for 3 and unders in the Los Angeles area. Check out her website to see to we where and when she offers classes. They are wonderful. At least all the kids love them. Only a five dollar donation. Super Value. I kept trying to talk her out it. She won’t listen.
Old Woman making a face
This is a photograph of my wife’s Grandmother, Omi, in German. This was taken a few years ago before she passed away. She lived in a retirement home and was incredibly vivacious and expressive, even though she was in her nineties.
