Sunday, March 13, 2011


I have to give you a break from the all cats all the time blog.

I was looking through slides I've scanned and found a theme. Did the erstwhile photographer (mother, aunt, uncle?) ask me to be serious, or was I just moody?

The sun is in my eye.

Leave me alone, I have a book to read.

The happi coat is obviously not making me happy.

This brownie looks a little blue.

It's tough to be a flapper with only a candy cigarette.

I prefer to be a wallflower.

Maybe it's genetic. My Norwegian aunts look downright grim. (Hold on, the Grimms are the other side of the family.)

No, the more I think about it, the more I think it was my small act of rebellion. Smile? Say cheese? I don't think so. One little stab at independence.


Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

I always do prefer stoic children. It makes no sense, but I get them.

Jodi said...

I love looking back at old photos, although I wasn't sure at first if these were or not as they don't look dated. My stepdad was a photographer and always taught me to not pose for the camera, so many of my shots are similar. Beautiful, you. :)

Pretty Things said...

LOL. No wait, no LOL'ing. Love this post.