Angela Harris Lindley, AKA pinkiestyle, AKA my lovely wife, passed away on 21 August 2012, after a long battle with breast cancer.
She was a fantastically well-loved lady, as evidenced by the hundreds of people who turned up for the viewing and funeral: people who worked with her from many years previous yet had still been touched by her wonderfully friendly nature and huge smile and wanted to say goodbye, friends from school who'd loved her for more than half her life, and of course me, her son Jae, her loving parents Mary and Jim, her brother David, cousins, aunts, uncles, a large and extended family - so many people, so much love for one person.
To me she was an inspiration, a friend, and the love of my life. I first encountered her via her old Wordpress blog and was immediately captivated by her photos. I made some comments, bookmarked the page and kept on coming back. She showed me an America I'd never seen: the vintage signs, the cars, the bowling lanes, the drive-ins, all so beautiful and sadly fading both, and introduced me to a new world of the “crappy camera” - holga, diana, etc – and the “dead” medium of film. I never looked back. I bought a holga and my life changed. We communicated; comment, email, chat, phone, and finally met one fateful February in New Orleans. Ah, New Orleans...
We married in December 2008 and had one good year together before her cancer, first diagnosed when she was 28 and fought off twice, came back. The next years followed a path of chemo and hope and laughs and disappointment and low points before she finally decided she'd had enough of the chemo treatments early this year. The end, when it came, was swift and (I can only hope and pray) pain-free.
Photography was Angie's great love, she had the “eye” and was so talented. I often used to try to encourage her to do more with it but she never felt she was that good. I disagree. Take a look back and see what she produced and you'll see such a wonderful collection of Americana. But not just photos of signs and the like, but photos taken with a rare love and skill.
She will be missed. Words are inadequate.
28 August 2012