I sit in the empty living room that I grew up. This was a room not often empty of people, let alone furniture. The lonely nature of the photograph corresponds to effect of looking at this room for me now. I have warmed up the tones because this place was warm and full of life.
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.
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.
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.
A shot of my sister Hamidah. A lot not to like about the photo technically, but I love the mood and her pensiveness.
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 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.