THOUGHTS

Jackie had taught me how important skin care was.

Wash with lukewarm water.

Rinse.

Pat dry.

I never knew how to get the water right.

I never asked about Luke as a temperature.

Out of nowhere, my Mama showed up with a new baby. She loved that little boy. She held him like he was the lamb of God. Mama’s face was peaceful, as if caught in a daydream. She was calm and looked through the baby, viewing the scene from another space. I was in a dream watching them dream.

It was a dull wet day in March, 1975, I wanted the earth to give way and lead to another reality…

Photographs have a way of organizing us into slots of time, space, memory and perhaps temperament…