Mom was so horrified the first time she saw me, she thought the hospital had brought her a baby monkey. She tried to give me back. She came from a family of fair-skinned blonds. I arrived an ugly, scrawny baby with reddish-purple skin and black hair. My hairline merged with my eyebrows, I couldn't be hers. Fortunately dad recognized that dark skinned babies came from his side of the family. He was sure I would outgrow the tiny premie stage and declared me a keeper. Even though I arrived too early, I was only a few hours too late to snag that Feb 29 birth date.
Arriving early had its own challenges including the fact that my road map was still in progress, it never came. This uncharted path continues to surprise me with unexpected challenges popping up to change my plans. I learned that I better have Plans "A" through "F" in place. Fortunately I have never had to use Plan "F", but have it available in case Plan "E" falls apart.
For my sixth birthday I dreamed and begged for a real camera. Opening that gift was the the first big event to establish my course. From then on I have seen the world through a view finder. Or maybe I always saw the world that way, which would explain why I had to have a camera, when all the other six year olds wanted toys.
If I was out of film, "Ahem, the truth, please," alright, I was always out of film and in desperation captured the scene with pencil and paper. Creating a scene led to stories about what was going on there, or what could have been there and the story teller in me emerged. My three passions; photography, art, and writing have been firmly in place and unchanging since I was still single digits.
This uncharted path has led to learning skills I never expected, always fun and enriching. Oh dear the embellished rosy picture again, the truth is not all of them have been fun, some have been of necessity and have been tedious, hard labor, taking me away from artistic creations. On the bright side, the list of "credentials" that got me to this time and place are many and varied. Some are becoming "how to" or "how not to" books.
Without a map my path has been filled with gifts often hidden in the debris, usually requiring hours of actual or metaphorical digging to unearth and days or months of cleaning, scraping, scrubbing and polishing to reveal. Mostly my journey has been filled with more than I had dreamed possible and with enriching surprises. I was blessed to meet my life mate when I was 19. We continue to share our road together.
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PS. My little sister nicknamed me "Shezzy" because she couldn't say Shari when she was one. It was soon shortened to Shez and it stuck. I like it so it is good. Enough about me, check out my stuff and let me know what you think.