Creating an Urban Homestead
Marley and Avery on Morris Avenue – Images by Christine Prichard
Marley, Avery, and I spent about an hour today on Morris Avenue and shot some photos. We had intended to go to Sloss Furnaces to shoot, but discovered at the gate that Sloss is closed on Mondays. After a few tears on Avery’s part, I vetoed Marley’s idea to go to the Birmingham Botanical Gardens, and headed downtown. Continue reading “Morris Avenue shoot with Marley and Avery”
Nothing like the holidays to bring back memories of holidays past. Former lives within this life haunt me—so many moments and people that are now gone forever. They are real in my mind but elusive as a dream.
Life is so much more fluid than I ever knew. My mind keeps bumping into the people of the past as I cherish time spent with people of the present.
“Their souls are in the halls of my mind,” says Flash of his dearly departed. I know what he means. Continue reading “Life is But a Dream—or Maybe Just a Big Bowl of Soup”
Red Iron Shoot/Okey Dokey – Images by Christine Prichard
So I was hired to photograph a virtual tour of a West End house renovated by non-profit housing development company Red Iron Housing Development Company. Red Iron is concentrating on renovating properties that are subsequently marketed and sold as affordable housing within the city of Birmingham.
In addition to showcasing the beautifully-renovated rooms of this house, as is typical of most real estate photography, I also decided to concentrate on some of the details that makes this renovation special; fixures, colors, light, tile. You don’t see this kind of detail too often in real estate photography. But these are the things that sell a house!
So Flash and I got in our first fight.
Well, kind of. Sometime back in the spring he told me he couldn’t picture us ever arguing. “Quaint and sweet and totally unrealistic,” I thought while smiling coyly at him.
But he’s probably right. Even if I tried my best to raise his dander, I don’t think Flash would ever get in a yelling match with me.
He’s more of an “internalize it” kind of guy. Maybe that’s why I picked him.
In our 17-year relationship, Mike and I had a rich history of verbal battles that were mostly unproductive and emotionally draining. That man LOVED verbal duals, and they could become less than diplomatic in short order. Even though we agreed on almost every subject, we managed to fight often and loudly. One of Mike’s favorite things was to call talk radio hosts and argue with them on the air.
Fast-forward about seven months from Flash’s sweet comment. It’s holiday time. Add to that baseline stress, so far this December: Continue reading “A Flash of Anger”