- More photos from my mother’s life in Africa, as...

22 Oct 09

More photos from my mother’s life in Africa, as promised…

My great-grandfather, grandfather, and mother (she could fit in a shoebox!)

My grandmother, aunt, mother

My mother and her sister through the years:

My mom, grandfather, and aunt… I really wish this one wasn’t blurry :/

My mom, aunt, and uncles at Estoril Hotel in Beira, Mozambique

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My friend C says that pictures are indeed a place, a forum, a venue for ideas, deeply felt emotions and radically new ways of looking at and being in the world. They are, she says, stimulating and inspiring — when they connect, at least. It’s certainly true for those of us who are part of that world. It seems to me that more consistently, it is the act of making stuff that changes a person, although with books, just reading them can certainly open new worlds. Looking at a Jackson Pollock is about as innately stimulating as looking at gum on the sidewalk — but that is not meant as a criticism. Reading about Pollock, his world, why and how he made his stuff and what kind of life he and his contemporaries had, might indeed be stimulating. Then one might see his picture as a kind of corollary — an adjunct piece of evidence connected to his story and those of his peers. - DB