My neighbors wanted some great prenatal photos before their first child arrived in May, 2018. It was s tam day, but we slugged over to the Norfolk Botanical Botanical Gardens, the perfect flowery setting. Veronica was a real sport, but baby Emma isn’t. She arrived the next day–a few days early–apparently wanting to be part of the show.
I’ve known Chris for almost as long as I’ve lived in Hampton Roads, and when Thomas came on the scene, I knew….I just knew…what would soon follow. These two are crazy in love. After they became engaged and started planning their April nuptials at The Hermitage Museum in Norfolk, I also knew that I had to photograph my friends in that spectacular setting.
The lunar eclipse as photographed from my mother-in-law’s front yard in Lincoln, Nebraska, September 27, 2015. There’s so much more I can say about this photograph. Like how my mother-in-law, Joan, died two days before I took this photo, and how her children and husband and nieces and nephews and grandchildren were all standing in the front yard of her house with me when I took this.
Or how my own mother had died back in Norfolk less than a month earlier in hospice under almost exactly the same circumstances as Joan, and how she had died on the night of the previous month’s full moon. And how the day after I took this photo was my mother’s birthday.
But for now, let’s just let this photo stand as evidence that the universe has a plan greater than we know, and it’s all going to be ok.
Because that’s the only thing that will get us through life on this horrible, wicked planet.
All of these items are for sale as full-size posters and greeting cards on my CafePress.com web site. I’ve also got some cool T-shirts and sweatshirts.
Andrew and I help with this party every year, primarily because it benefits the LGBT Life Center, our local AIDS service organization. But it’s also great fun with our besties. This year, the theme centered around The Oscars, and I built a Step and Repeat so we could pretend we are famous movie stars. The participants became goofier as the night (and the drinks) wore on.
In what was strictly a winter survival move, I took Andrew to my favorite tropical paradise this past February: Tortola in the British Virgin Islands. We rented a cozy little villa on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and met up with two fantastic straight “girlfriends” who joined us on several adventures during the week. Here are some highlights: