Confessions of a Stalker

7 05 2011

After spending several hours with my fellow members of the Fort Worth Camera Club taking pictures and eating breakfast last Saturday morning, I went to a local garden center to do some shopping with a friend. New plants in my car, I started home.

But I was in a historic part of Fort Worth and decided to scout for some shots for an upcoming competition. Every month the FWCC has a competition for its 200 members. Each member is permitted to enter one digital image and one print for consideration by an outside judge. Three times a year the competition has a closed subject. In June 2011, the print category’s topic is “Architecture in Monochrome.” I had no idea what I was looking for, but found some things that I thought might work and took a bunch of shots.

Back home the next day, I started reviewing the images from the outing and my solo expedition. While I like several architectural photos I got, I really liked one and worked with Photoshop to convert it to monochrome and see what I thought. What do you think?

Back up a couple of weeks to when a friend and I talked about going to the Fairmount Historic District Tour of Homes in Fort Worth. After buying the tickets and clearing my schedule, I hadn’t thought much about the event until Thursday when I checked their website to see what homes were included. Imagine my surprise to find the subject of my photo to be one of the eight properties on the tour.

Blanchard Schaefer Advertising & Public Relations

Since I had two copies of the print, I considered taking one of them with us and giving it to the owners of the building, but wondered if they would think it was creepy — sort of like someone stalking their building. But my friends encouraged me and I brought the print along. The way things worked out, this building was the last we toured. When we entered the former apartment building that is now a glam studio for an advertising agency, the owner was just telling the docent goodbye and on his way out the door. I got his attention, explained the circumstances and gave him the print. He loves it and was just a tad regretful that he did not have a personal stalker. He did say he was going to tell his wife he does anyway.


Who Is This Child?

15 08 2010


I vaguely remember her. And her dog Puddles. I didn’t remember the naked doll until I saw it again. But those saddle shoes? I’d remember them anywhere. They’re the ones she was wearing when she stepped on a rusty safety pin. When they had to pull the safety pin out of the sole of the shoe so they could take her to the doctor to have a tetanus shot. It would have been easier if she had been barefoot, the way she always wanted to be.

Me. Forgotten memories. The photos bring some of them back. The photos that ended up in my virtual lap one day. The photos that were carelessly recorded by a brother discarded. Can’t I ever get rid of him?


What if I had let go? They would have blamed me — just like they always did. I was the oldest, the most responsible, the one who knew better. Still am. Still do.


But it only took “this” long to be slammed back in time. The photos. Is this why photos are so important to me? Is this the only thing tethering me to any memories I have? I am indeed the archivist.