as a kid, we told ghost stories around the campfire.
as pre-teens, we watched scary movies at slumber parties.
in our early teens, we think we’re indestructible.
as we grow older, the only thing certain is uncertainty…
my mother is many things.
my mother is strong. my mother is beautiful. my mother is compassionate. my mother is intelligent. my mother is fun. my mother is stubborn. my mother is generous. my mother is passionate about making a difference. my mother is hilarious. my mother is modern. my mother is caring. my mother is supportive. my mother has style. my mother is driven. my mother is amazing.
the one thing my mother does not have, is a signature perfume. no, she mixes it up. a lot. which made me do a mental head slap when i came across this item on the list. how can i capture an image of what her perfume smells like when she changes in the blink of an eye?
and then, the season changed from winter to spring. it seemed like in just one day, these massive trees in my neighborhood exploded into delicate white flowers. the stoic emotion of winter gave way to the renewed promise spring. and it was never more obvious than when i stood in awe at the strength of these tree boughs encompassed in beauty.
that is my mother.
my mother never lets the challenges of life keep her down. she scoffs at the thought of remaining stagnant, at being stifled by overwhelming circumstances.
instead, my mother thrives on the possibilities of what she can accomplish.
my mother is who i want to be when i grow up.
winter can be stark, cold, and sometimes ugly. it’s not a soft season, like Spring, when the world is green & promising new life. it’s not a bold season, like fall, with it’s crimson & molten orange. or even summer, when the world sheds clothing and opts for a vacation by the pool.
no, winter is none of these. it is harsh lines against a cloudy sky. it is a tangle of naked branches. it is crumbling stone in the middle of nowhere.
and somewhere, within all of that, winter is guarding a secret… a beauty within those tangles and perceived dilapidation.
a shout out to Jeff, for braving a cold & dreary day on a wandering and aimless photo excursion.
when i was but a young little meredith, one of the most magical places for me was my grand bob’s house. once a week, i would get to spend the day with him and his housekeeper, nina, who was a beloved family friend. both of them are two my favorite people in the whole wide world. especially because they would let me run around the house, making blanket forts and costumes out of table cloths. i have so many stories and cherished memories from that time…i could go on for hours. but i have a point here, so i will try my best to get to it.
in my grandfather’s bathroom, he had this huge sunken bathtub. for a kid of about 4 or 5, it was like a swimming pool. it even had steps! i would beg & plead to be allowed to take a bubble bath. and, for i was very persistent even back then, nina would finally give in and load the tub full of warm water and bubbles. it was heaven. i would pretend that i was a princess or perhaps a My Little Pony. i would make a giant beard of bubbles and a shampoo mohawk. i would go completely underwater and see how long i could hold my breath, because by this time i was pretending to be a mermaid. all too soon, the water would get cold & my fingers were beyond pruney. nina would coax me out of the tub with a giant fluffy towel and promises of chocolate milk. it worked every time.
as an adult, not much has changed. i still live for a nice, warm bubble bath. only i’ve traded in the pretend of being a princess or a my little pony for a good book and a glass of wine. and yes, i still make a shampoo mohawk complete with a beard made of bubbles. sadly, the bathtub at my condo is seriously lacking. but trust me when i say that if i ever run into a windfall of money, that will be one of the first upgrades i make. a big, white, claw foot tub. deep enough that i can soak in water up to my chin. or better yet, completely submerge and see how long i can hold my breath…because while i’ve given up being a princess or a my little pony, i will never stop pretending i’m a mermaid.
a huge thank you to my friend Allison… for posing for this session, for having the perfect bathroom, for helping make this beyond what i had envisioned, and for being absolutely stunning. i originally intended to only share one or two images, but i fell in love with so many that i couldn’t bear to part with any of them.
sometimes it’s a good thing. just to soak into your surroundings, blend in and become apart of them. it’s a conscious choice.
other times, it’s a bad thing. when you feel that you are fading away and not a single person acknowledges it.
and then there are the comic books, with invisibility being a super power.
with these images, i tried to capture the different feelings of being invisible: becoming apart of your surroundings, fading away, and just being rad.
a huge thank you to my roommate, Aaron…for always being game for an impromptu photo sesh. you’re the best
there is something quite delightful about hopping in the car, blasting some sweet tunes, and driving aimlessly. i’ve been doing that a lot lately. just grabbing my camera and going on a little excursion…stopping whenever something catches my eye.
on the drive home, the sunset was amazing (as only an Oklahoma sunset can be). i thought i’d share my aimless road trip sunset with you…
and here’s the playlist that i was listening to at a loud volume…
everyone has a little routine they do before they go to sleep. it might be something small, or something with multiple steps.
i tell Aa goodnight, then i look at Mr Bix and ask him “wanna go to bed?” his response is to run up the stairs & jump onto my bed. from there, it’s brush my teeth & wash my face. finally, i climb into bed and read for at least 30 minutes while Bix curls up & enjoys his chew bone.
it’s that perfect, quiet little moment where all of the excitement, stress, and whatnot of the day just melt away.