A year old in a field of dandelions
with the sun shining;
it doesn't get much better. |
Late 1951 with my father, Roland Snow.
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A year from graduating, an outrageous
hippy by the standards of
McLean, Virginia, and I designed and sewed
those bell bottom pants.
I was ahead of my time fashion-wise and
considered to be the school freak.
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My high school graduation
portrait, 1967, McLean High School,
McLean, Virginia. I was 16 years old,
as green as grass and most definitely
not ready for the real world, but I
went out anyway.
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1970, very short marriage on the
rocks, my life "shattered" (at least
for the moment). I was extremely
drunk here and hanging out with my
best friend and her boyfriend, a
professional photographer.
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I spent a number of years while
living in Washington, D.C.
taking part in amateur theatricals. This
was "Spoon River Anthology",
about 1972.
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Carolyn 1995 with my friend,
Gwenyth.
I studied belly dancing and Middle Eastern drumming
for
several years.
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I lived in the Portland, Oregon area
for two years, living with my
80-year-old father after my mother died.
During that time, I became a
domestic goddess/Earth Mother, picking,
growing, freezing and canning
anything that grew on a tree, a bush or
came out of the ground. You see
a cherry pie I made within hours of
picking the pie cherries and I am holding
a glass of a raspberry liqueur
I made that year (along with blueberry, prune,
peach, apricot,
marionberry, and pear).
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Dad's 82nd birthday, May 29th, 1994. From left to
right in birth order, me, Brian,
Susan, Bradford and Sharon. He died
September 7th, 1994.
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Wedding. Anders and I, January 22nd, 2000, Albuquerque,
New Mexico. |
March 2000. Brad and his son,
Hayden, came down to help me pack up
the rest of my things for my move
to Sweden on April 7th, 2000.
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Bike tour 2001. I
had been in Sweden one year and this was
my first good bike, 21 gears,
my pride and joy. We took a bike tour in
Västmanland, heading out of
Kopparberg. Anders didn't tell me it was
straight up hill for what
seemed like 50 miles. It took me three hours up that hill,
but I made
it alive. It took us about 15 minutes to
bike down later on.
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