Sunday, August 25, 2013

LOGAN



There comes a time in a photographers life that the subject and the setting comes
together as one.  This is Logan.  He's a professional  wrestler.  At first glance,
Logan is very intimidating.  He's larger than life with a personality to match.
Tatto's cover his body,  the largest is on his back which you'll see in one of the
 photos below.  To see him, you would never guess he is the sweetest guy ever.
We did the photo shoot at Oakland Cemetery, one of the most famous resting 
places in America.  Margaret Mitchell is buried there.  For one day Logan was
my muse.  He was great at bringing my visions to life.  It was a lot of fun and
one of the most creative days I've ever had. 





























LOGAN AND OAKLAND
A match made in Heaven??????

2013

Sunday, August 18, 2013

MEET THE BROWNS...WELL, SOME OF THEM


Nannie was a Brown.  Her brother Walter married Louise and had four
children, Jan, Vickie, Buster, and Pam.  The Browns are a unique family
with qualities and skills that would put most organizations to shame.  
My cousin Peggy and I used to kid about wanting to be a Brown.
They have always been there for anyone  needing  help or support.
A while back I got a call from Jan about a photo shoot at Vickie's 
house.  Vickie's daughter, Jennifer and her family would be in town
for a short while and would be returning to China, and this would be
the only opportunity to get photos of all of Louise's great grandchildren.


  

Jan, grandson Hunter, daughter-in-law, Kristi



Vickie and her husband Bill


Vickie and Santa


Vickie's daughter Kim, husband Dave, and daughter Ashley




Guests of honor, Jennifer and her family.




Vickie's grandchildren


Jan's grandson Hunter




Vickie's family



The great grandchildren.
The Browns

2013


Sunday, August 11, 2013

A WALLET



A wallet holds many things.  Everything from the usual, which would be
money, identification, etc.  For each person a wallet is a very personal thing.
Not many people like others going through their wallets.  It's not that we have 
something to hide, it's more like finding out who we are.


.  This wallet belonged to my grandfather.  Nannie gave this to me
when he passed.  I've been through it many times.  I'd like to share
with you what my grandfather cared about.


His name was James Erskine Reid.  My mother was his only child.


We're going through it together.


This was his temporary Drivers Permit.  He passed before his new license 
was issued.


My brother Jay.


 Next...



 Another photo of Jay.



 Me and Jay with the family car.


 You guessed it, Jay.


No clue about this car under Jay's photo.


Next...


Me and Jay


My Mustang Mach I.


Next...


Me and the family car again.


Me and my grandfather's Cadillac.


Next...


Me and Jay with my grandfather's old truck.


These are photos of me with my grandparents, Elizabeth and Erskine.
These were not in the wallet.  I just wanted to close with photos
of two very special people in my life.  It's nice to know that my grandfather
felt that Jay and I were special to him to have so many photos of us
in his wallet.  Grandchildren and cars.  
WHAT'S IN YOUR WALLET?

JAMES ERSKINE REID
1910-1977

2013

Sunday, August 4, 2013

THE WAY WE WERE




Kids starting back to school made me think of a recent
trip I took with my granddaughter to Lagrange, GA.
I went to college there from 1971 to 1975.  This is where
I took an interest in photography.  I have great memories
of friends and my time there.  A lot had changed, new 
buildings etc.  but  what I remembered was still there.








QUAD our yearly annual.


My sorority AO PI


My freshman year at  Hawkes Dorm.


My last 3 years,  I was at, the then "New Dorm".


70's fashion, turtle necks and plaid pants.




Pitts Hall


Spent a lot of time here in the courtyard outside the Student Union.


Remember when basketball shorts were short?


This is the new library.  It used to be our parking lot.


Affordable dining on a college students budget.


They are just as good today.


Pepperoni, ground beef, and green olives.
I would sneak out before curfew during my freshman 
year, get a medium pizza, sneak back and ate it...alone.


Daddy liked that Lagrange was a private Methodist School...


Streaking was popular in the 70's.
Daddy raised cain when he saw this in the yearbook.
I never told my family that I was there when they took this picture.


This dark passage way led to the darkroom  lab.
Photography classes was in another building.
This was before digital, when everything was done by hand.
Standing here years later, I could still feel the passion and excitement
I felt back then.


My best friends for 4 years.
Paul, Scott, Me, Denise, Tim and Karen.
Lagrange College...

2013