When we were in high school, Lynne’s mother bought her an awesome Canon 35mm SLR. She still has that camera and still takes great shots with it when she wants to use film. It was because of Lynne that I developed an interest in photography. She helped me pick out my first Canon and we used to spend a lot of time shooting together. But that was years later. Before she was my go-to person for film and camera advice, she was my go-to photographer, especially for black and white.
I was talking to Jim (my writing partner, because there are two Jims who comment on this blog) last night and asked him why he made a crack about me showing my teeth in a previous post of adolescent me. Apparently, he’s under the impression that I was always an angsty, solemn teenager who didn’t smile.
Here’s one of my favorite photos, taken by Lynne, probably when I was fifteen or sixteen, that shows I COULD smile. What makes it a favorite is it really captures how I dressed for about two years. Jeans, dark-colored T-shirt, man’s chambray or button-down dress shirt over it all. It’s only because of this photo that I realized why a character I’ve been writing dresses that way. She’s got just that little bit of teenage me.
I wish I could see that big belt buckle better.
this was the pre-WHS Becky. I do remember that. You smiled a lot, you just didn’t care for having your picture made. And I am not one to take “posed” shots. Most of mine are spontaneous, especially of people.
I prefer those kinds of shots, too. Tenth grade definitely created “Sad Becky.” Before, I was just “Serious Becky.”