The Girls

Yes, I refuse to use Kleenex until this mess is cleaned up.

Here are some lovely women. Somewhere, sometime, someone treasured each of these women. Now, the photographs are the treasures. These are found photographs. They have no known home except here. Presented here is a typical pose: outside, in their best dress, smiling at the photographer. Often the background is overlooked or the sun is in the wrong place or the camera is not level. Still they are treasures. With one of these ladies as the center of attention, the background and the lighting become unimportant. It is the moment that is important. The photo is important. Now these photographs are wallet wrinkled, finger marked and frayed. They have scrapes and creases and torn edges. There are tape marks and glue stains. They have been thumb tacked and taped to walls and doors and trimmed to fit a frame. They have been folded and splattered and scuffed. But they survived. They survived to continue to make imagination smolder and inspiration sparkle. Look at them. Some are fragile, some are strong. Some are happy, some look happy. Here are the sisters and mothers and wives that we care for and protect. Back then these women were the homemakers and the teachers. Now they are the bosses and the leaders, the heads of struggling families and corporations. These are our treasures. Girl One originally uploaded by anyjazz65 Girl Two originally uploaded by anyjazz65