Recently my Mom came out from Illinois to Southern California for a little visit, I don't get to see her much and was excited to spend as much time as I could showing her my life here.
Every morning we would get up, have coffee and hangout on the porch while she would have a cigarette. We would talk and laugh about everyday things and the changes that go on with such distance and time.
During her stay I spent a lot of time shooting photos of her, she was really good about letting me subject her to this. Playing along she would make funny faces and get cutely frustrated with me, but put up with it knowing it was important to me.
As long as I can remember my Mothers eyes were very striking, I have seen old photos of her and her eyes would always stand out to me, tt was if with them she could see so far inside of you. Her eyes are a really soft beautiful blue, they carry a distance that comes from a far off place that seems in part in her and outside of her. I see this distance a lot in old photos of her, it's a less calming one and in some ways a harder one to understand.
A persons eyes are an amazing thing, they are the windows to the everyday, they record, reference and use everything in our way to paint a picture of who we are and what believe. It's amazing how with time they them selves start to reflect what they have seen, they seem to take shape, color, and clarity from the owners existence.
I have always loved my Mother's eyes.
- Mike
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