Self-Portrait Bearing Flowers, 1973

A sudden decision to peer into myself. I chose an organdy dress. I put the tripod in front of the mirror on the wall and aimed the lens into it and held a planter in my hands. Light from another window caught my eyes and they danced. One eye seemed to scream. Snapped the shutter. Rita Hammond, an older photographer in Cazenovia, a nearby town, had also begun questioning her identity with the camera. She often visited my attic studio. When she heard that I was chosen as an assistant at the Ansel Adams workshop, she offered a mentoring investment with a check for the 'yet to be taken' image I would make in his midst, and present to her on my return.

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