January 1975~San FranciscoI was home for a holiday visit from San Diego, where I attempted to attend college. Seventeen and a few months. As I recall, I came home late from seeing friends, and decided to take a serious(?) self-portrait. Was I really ever so young, so sweet? (Shit. Now I sound like Kathleen Turner on Larry King last night.)
The picture wall behind me was in the kitchen at my Mom's. I put it together about a year before, when I still lived at home. Naturally, I remember every photo behind me. I love the one in the lower left corner. That's of my grandfather Malcolm at the Sausalito Yacht Harbor. He kept his sailboat, "Baby Grand" there. My father kept his boat there too. ("Serenade") They were both 38' Dasher Class. Wood, not fiberglass. I posted of a photo of us sailing here.
Sadly, I don't know where the photo of Malcolm is today. Maybe dad has a copy. Other shots include: My baby brother, my step-sister, and my great-aunt Gert.
"I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through"
Bowie
The picture wall behind me was in the kitchen at my Mom's. I put it together about a year before, when I still lived at home. Naturally, I remember every photo behind me. I love the one in the lower left corner. That's of my grandfather Malcolm at the Sausalito Yacht Harbor. He kept his sailboat, "Baby Grand" there. My father kept his boat there too. ("Serenade") They were both 38' Dasher Class. Wood, not fiberglass. I posted of a photo of us sailing here.
Sadly, I don't know where the photo of Malcolm is today. Maybe dad has a copy. Other shots include: My baby brother, my step-sister, and my great-aunt Gert.
"I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through"
Bowie
7 comments:
Young and beautiful.
Those were the days, weren't they? ! ; )
The older I get, the more I love to look at old photos of myself and my family when everyone was still alive, and happy.
That is a lovely photo. It's so nice to find a treasure like this. Thanks for sharing!
What a wicked pic... and a reminder to us all not to throw away photographs of yesteryear (although i definitely didn't look that good when i was 17!)...
Love the photo, Annie.
that was the year I graduated HS
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