I love still life art. I love composing still lifes or vignettes and photographing them. Simple, complex, color, black and white, I love them all. Last night, I was photographing a pair of baby shoes. Mine. They had been bronzed years ago. I don't even know if parents, mothers mostly, I guess, still hold this tradition. But, thanks to my mom, I've had mine for years. She gave them to me when I landed my 1st job after grad school and survived many moves. Last night, they became a subject of a still life photo session.
As I was setting them up, I noticed a slip of paper in one of them. It was lodged down low and took a bit of work to get it out. A simple piece of lined paper with my name on it is all it was. Mom had written it all those years ago. I smiled and then cried and felt her love.
I wonder ... did she think as she wrote that name all those years ago that her love would reach out and grab her daughter at a time she needed it most.