Friday, March 27, 2009

luminescent / reflecting

L - today / T - one year ago today

I don't have much for tonight. I went outside in the misty rain after I got home - hoping to get some good spring photos. In the evening light the white blossoms seem to become luminescent. This was the only image I was pleased with and it was taken from inside. I have to say I'm ready for the sun to shine again. T didn't send me anything tonight so when she doesn't send a photo for the day I generally go back in iphoto to the exact day last year and pick a photo of hers to go with mine. / This photo was taken in her bedroom. We were in her room - me sitting on her bed and her at her closet going through the items she would need for the prom the next night and discussing what tomorrow would bring. We didn't make much of the prom like many people do - planning several weeks in advance for fancy parties and such. The night before we were still trying to decide which shoes and what necklace she was going to wear with the dress we had gotten just a few days before. When most girls plan to get together with large groups of friends and have fancy parties at their parent's enormous house and take the traditional photos of the group lined up the spiral staircase and out by the poolside or amongst the dogwoods and azaleas and then ride off in limos to go to the dance - we had other plans. And we were excited about them... In some ways it seems like so long ago and then in others it seems just yesterday. Tonight I give you just a shadow - a hint - of a story - I'll tell you the rest in my Monday Memories with PlanetM


Woman in a Window said...

I look forward to it. And again your photos delight me. A year ago that second was taken. And yet it speaks to the first.

Have a great weekend!

Georgia B. said...

i never did go to my prom. the girls in my house—and my mom—were the same way. it just was not a big deal to us.

two beautiful photos that go so well together—as usual.

Char said...

funny, I never remember really picking out a prom dress but one time. my mother hated it and I didn't get I never picked out one again. I just let her do it. weird what we remember sometimes.

I liked the play of light in both shots.

trupeach said...

these images are lovely together!
the details of your story made sigh & smile. that sitting-around-just-chatting between mother and daughter is oh, so special. you brought it to life for me.

Wayfaring Wanderer said...

I won't even tell you what I did for prom! My mom was CLUELESS :)

Miko's Girl said...

Your dogwood picture is beautiful - I love the mistiness of the background. Can't wait to hear your prom story Monday. It's good to be your own mom - not to subject yourself to the pressures of others...Have a lovely weekend!

SE'LAH... said...

I didn't get to go to my prom, although all my younger sisters did. Don't know what I missed ;-)

Thanks for your comment on my blog. Sorry it's been a challenge at times. I do appreciate your persistence.

Enjoy Earth Hour.

Dawn Gahan said...

I await your story . . . I think it will be special.


kate o. said...

lovely photos and story. simple stories like this one about moms and their girls makes me want a daughter.

thanks for stopping by my blog. isn't nicole's site beautiful?

ELK said...

two flowers of a different kind ~both stunning in a soft way! elk

on my camera used for dogwoods...the same as always a little nikon point and lucky ...which is me most of the time :-)

Gayle said...

Those images are great together. Your memories of a year ago are so sweet. Can't wait to hear the rest of the story!

Relyn said...

I am so often astounded at how well your photographs complement each other. You'd think I would grow used to it. But, it is always a pleasant shock. This pairing is no exception.


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