The things that happen to a Grandmother.

As the trip progressed he punctuated each sentence with a squeeze of my arm. Gees Louise, just get me to the airport. I tried conversation, and he got friendlier, actually grabbing my hand and holding it. I got it away in mid conversation and I tried to place my hand in a different position by holding my right shoulder… well that’s darned uncomfortable after 5 minutes…. so let me say, after lots of hand grabbing, offering to take me for coffee and a kiss on the cheek rather than a handshake from my driver, I couldn’t get into the airport fast enough.

My world through the lens – capture and create.

I’ve not picked up the camera in two days, which is pretty much a record for me. Capturing what I see is just something I do. Something I’ve done for as long as I can remember and it’s an integral part of my day. With the advent of digital imaging and smart phones, a photo…

Please, share the story. – Textiles.

However, before I add the images I took a few days ago I wanted to share a little about the situation that the women I photographed are in. I’m no a stranger to photographing poverty or even working with people in the slums areas of Bangkok. As a photographer one is always looking for the unusual and telling the story in images. It’s a fine line between voyeurism and art. I approach these images by also sharing in words the story behind the photos and this poignant video from Zin Video which tells the story so graphically and much better than I could.

Beauty and Grace.

I don’t have too much time to write to day, but I will add a photo journal to the blog.

Tracking down Textiles in Bangkok.

We designed on the spot. Discussing at length how the patterns and colors would be suitable for the fabric chosen. Roll upon roll of beautiful fabric was displayed in the low tables and the colors took your breath away.