On October 19th 2016 there was a “gas” explosion on 23rd st in Portland. At least that is what they want you to believe.
I’ve been watching a lot of True Blood lately and I made this drawing during my spare time at work. For those you who have not noticed, Alexander Skarsgård is beautiful to look at. This work doesn’t do him justice. Once must see him in action to know what I mean. Even in photographs his beauty doesn’t truly emerge. You can click on the image to make it larger.
The last time I saw my father he was dying of emphysema. It was two years before he actually passed. The last thing he said to me was, “Please don’t forget me, Kymm”. Of course how could a person forget their father. This is my favorite image of the two of us together. This is how I like to remember him. He was healthy and happy. In 1970 we were living in Gulfport, Florida.
This week I haven’t been working, so I decided to work on a little photo restoration. This is my maternal grandmother as a young woman in 1926. This is at 135 Indian Church Road, the home of her adoptive parents. Her birth name was Bryan, but she was adopted by the Stumpffs before she was five. I love the purse she is holding. She looks quite fashionable for the day. My uncle tells me she was raised in a polite upper middle class home, well cared for, with nice clothes and piano lessons. She reunited with her birth parents after she was married.
There were stains that I removed and played with the contrast. Actually I jacked the contrast, but I like the effect. The image was tilted so I decided to straighten it. I added the deckled frame. If I could I would add the frame to every image. I love deckled edges. The before and after is here so you can see the changes.