Monthly Archives: February 2013

Mother and Daughter, Part II

A few more from yesterday’s shoot.

One of my favorites:

Eventually we headed outdoors. They live right next to the Truckee river.

The six-year-old was finally getting to the end of her attention span, but it gave me an opportunity to get this shot of her mom.

More from this shoot at SmugMug

Sneak Preview: Mother and Daughter

I received a last-minute request from a friend to photograph her and her daughter.  I’ve known GLC since just after 9/11.  You see, her husband is Afghan and they lived in Reno where they ran a local burger place where Sweetie ate lunch quite frequently.  After 9/11 they began a program to get school supplies to Afghanistan.  In addition, they began a program to have school desks built locally in Afghanistan.  Eventually they moved back to Afghanistan.   Things appeared to be going well, and in fact, they even adopted a baby girl.  However, in recent years, Afghanistan became less secure and my friend and her husband decided that she and their daughter would return to the U.S.  He is still in Afghanistan with the two boys he has adopted.  My friend spent a couple of years in Washington, DC doing cultural training for Americans deploying to Afghanistan.

Last year she and her daughter moved back to Reno.  On Friday she asked if I’d mind coming over to photograph them so that she could have something for friends and family by Valentine’s Day.

We did the shoot yesterday.  More to come.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

This week’s photo challenge is Home.

Home is, and will always be, the island of Oahu in Hawaii.

These two photos were taken on our 2004 trip back home.  There is nothing fancy about these shots, and they were taken with a old point and shoot digital on completely auto settings. When we go back (and we will), I’ll do better.

We spent much of our time there visiting old haunts as we had not set foot in Hawaii since 1977.

This is half of Booth Park in Pauoa Valley. Pauoa is a little valley nestled between Punchbowl and the Pali Lookout.  I climbed those trees as a child and it was gratifying to see, nearly fifty years after the fact, that this little town still looked pretty much as it did when I was skinning my knees there.

This is the He’eia Kea Pier. It juts into Kaneohe Bay in the little town of Kahaluu, where we moved when I was in the fourth grade.  The windward side of Oahu was home to me until I entered my sophomore year in college and I moved to Honolulu just off the University of Hawaii campus.