hold your head up high
hoping a better place is all I need
This is sort of a spur of the moment idea I had the other day, inspired by the family of one of my dearest friends (and they truly feel like my family, my sisters) in part due to the fact that they are getting ready for another year of holding an annual celebration of music and the life of their patriarch, Woodrow Wilson, or Woody to all who knew him (and there were many who knew him). They hold this annual musical celebration, Woodystock, on the site of the home Woody lovingly built long ago for his family, and the home which his beloved wife still lives in. This land and the people on it are very sacred to me. I practically grew up here with these strong, beautiful women and it is here that I find sanctuary and solitude on so many days. It's an all day affair, with people showing up sometimes the previous night to camp on the property all weekend, under the stars and to come together to celebrate the life of a very dear, wonderful man who came to this country as a young man and carved out a very special place for himself in his community and in the hearts of his family and many friends. They've always welcomed me to use their home as a backdrop for many of my photos and I have a huge place in my heart for this land. Mother and youngest daughter are gifted violin players, so this seemed apropos to me.This photo will be sold at auction at Woodystock this year.
I thought about how to achieve this so many times before I actually shot it, going over it in my head, wondering if I would break a leg or something since I didn't have a spotter. I was worried, and if you knew how incredibly clumsy I am, you would too. Much to my chagrin, it came out exactly as I pictured it. I usually feel like I forget some minute detail that I want to include, but not this time. It helps me to obsess about something before I do it, because then it lines up in my head better when I'm actually putting it together.