“In the Fields of Angus” (a portrait of my mother, for my father. 2013)

Well, this is my very down-to-earth mother, whom my father has been photographing since sometime around the Kennedy administration.

I was a bit surprised yesterday (the man had just just driven four hours to visit me here in North Carolina this past weekend) to hear from my father ( I do talk with him over the telephone nearly every day) that he was piling Mother into the car and taking her  to Biltmore (which is about a two hour drive through the mountains?…and I always wonder why folks who live in the mountains drive to other places in the mountains…presumably, just because those places have better advertising?).

Did I mention that my mother and father grew up (since ages 6 & 7) in the same East Tennessee orphanage?……..she was a genuine orphan, and his mother was the divorced (SCANDAL!!!!!, more or less, in those days…most folks assumed she was a WWII widow) matron of the boys’ dormitory.

I’ve never asked for specifics, but I’m under the impression that my parents have basically lived under the same roof for something around 9/10ths of their lives.  Dr. Freud would have a holiday with this information, I’m sure.

Go to (yet again, I played the same song over and over again while I worked on this particular picture; it’s sung by Jim Malcolm, and, yes, there are fresh water pearls to be found in Scottish inlets…

or at least there were, at one time…):

go to:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_T3X2qelXk

   Of all the mills that fill Dundee

There¹s no¹ a loom could harness me

The mill keeps clacking it¹s rare that it stills

But I¹ll soon be traipsing through the Sidlaw Hills