Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

cec posted a great baby picture of himself earlier and i thought it would be cool to look at yours if you have one

when i grew up, either my parents couldn't afford a color camera or else color film had not yet been invented ... i've been trying to figure that out..... this is me at 3 or 4(?)... just guessing the age



what did you look like then?

you know what, doreen?
you may have grown since then, but the expression on your face is still the same (at least from what i've seen on pics of you).

here's me (in black and white also):


age 1 or 2 with my favourite aunt, martha


around age 2 or 3, having fun with other kids


in kindergarten, age 3 or 4

What a treat! The both of you still have the same expressions.

And Panta... your daughter looks so much like you.. amazing!

Thanks for sharing!!

yeah, cecil a lot of people say that zo and i look very much alike... still, her mouth is definitely made from papa's genes!

panta- great to see your beautiful self as a child! You look just like YOU, too! lovely!

Zlatko asked me to post this for him..... He wanted me to caption it, but I've misplaced that email, unfortunately, so he'll have to come here and tell you the caption.... but this is he... Zlatko's family trio... cute kid, eh?

Cecil calls this "babybuddhabitch" but I think of it more as the "little yella rose of Tejas." I can remember the trip down to Baker Ray Studio for this pic, probably the only time Ma got me into a dress without a fight. She still bemoans the fact that I wanted to wear my cowgirl boots to church, fortunately, she is a Methodist (or was) and was very tolerant. Hah!

this is so amazing -
how the look on our faces is still the same after so many years and experiences and changes!

norman, you look so seriously absorbed in... what? life? thought? wonder?
cuteness and earnestness are performing quite a dance on your face...

soo, you are so totally you, and always seem to have been.... a rose in cowgirl boots, a smiling bitch beading buddha beauty, a human so very much alive - i look at that pic of yours and see all the pics of you i have seen within it!


... i wanna see more!

The caption I meant to attach to this photo simply speaks of the wonder and privilege of growing up ( here in 1953) in Western Oregon, a landscape that has utterly vanished. I have seen its like only in certain wilder parts of Ireland in 1994.

Across the road from the farm where we lived at this time was an old, dilapidated barn ( partially visible at the left of the picture) in which I played as a child. It was cavernous, malty in smell and lit with tiny needles of light bursting from nail holes that had lost their spikes over the years. Owls climbed higher for comfort when they heard me enter.

There was also a stone hop mill and brewery on a swift stream a mile or so away, where I played in the tall, nodding hollyhocks growing wild there and once encountered a five-pointed , antlered deer who approached me with perfect confidence, sniffing a crosscurrent of air on which only bees and butterflies floated.

I am eight years old in this picture, in the third grade at a one-room schoolhouse six miles away in town. Our nearest neighbor was half a mile away. We drank pure artesian water from a hand pump which raised a clean, rock-flavored stream to my lips in the front yard.

Dallas, Oregon had a population of about twelve hundred in 1953.


--Z

Excellent images.