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This month, the #photographinghappiness challenge is “faceless portraits”.

This was not a stretch for me. I love looking at portraits that are not traditional, expected or easy to read. I find them to be interesting and often able to tell a story much more effectively than a straight on, full face portrait. Take a peek through my photo albums ( yes, I still print almost everything ) and it is often not what you would expect. Backs of heads, tops of heads, blurred bodies, lots of feet ( what can I say? I can’t really explain that easily )…but hopefully always a story.

I was  not able to shoot twelve faceless portraits this month. I don’t even think that was the expectation. However,  I went back over the last few months and was able to find a definite pattern of images, one that has been present for a long time in my shooting. I think part of it developed early on, when we were forced ( happily ) as photography and art history students to not miss the details. Part of my appreciation of these images also emerged during my first 365 Project. You can only look at your face so many times before you need to look elsewhere for inspiration ( probably the same reason why there are so many Snapchat stickers and Instagram *from where I stand* collections. Or so I hope. ).

I have to say that, ironically,  when I do need a headshot for one of my kids for school, that I am often left scrambling, fully realizing that despite having hundreds of photos that hopefully share so much…that sometimes you actually need a head and a smile and a reliable gaze.

I wanted to delve deeper into the theories behind being faceless and presenting faceless to the world, as I imagine there are many…but that will have to wait for another time. For now? A collection of a few recent favourite faceless images from the last year.

 

 

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the august break, twenty eight

i have to aim up to capture her now. that is weird.

her omi made that hat.
which she will likely wear from this point on.

this morning miss h started at a new school and i have fingers crossed for a very exciting day and a very happy girl at the end of it.
yes…the all girls school is now a thing of the past. somehow i think this is not such a big deal. the soul suckingness of her first year of high school is behind her.

no more demerits. or rather, the threat of demerits, since she never really earned any.

what kind of environment is that for kids to learn in? making girls more concerned about the length of their skirts and non-academic minutia as opposed to encouraging them to learn and thrive in a positive environment.

hey, new high school? you have a lot to live up to;) – do not prove us wrong!

(note: my oldest has already been at this school for a year and we are actually going in knowing it is terrific:). i mean, if it can make jake happy? then we are set. in his words? it was “sick” today).

so, my hope of my old all girl high school providing the same kind of fabulous memories for miss h has been shifted. instead, she will be free to engage and perform and embrace school in a whole new way.

and it should be fabulous.

see, while i loved my experience, i had a sister who did not. a creative, funny, outrageous girl who…well…did not necessarily bring out the best in the nuns. and they failed her completely. and my girl? well, she is somewhat like her aunt. perhaps not quite as crazy. so before we went any further with what we knew was not working, we chose to learn from the past and made a change. putting my nostalgia aside for something new.

 and the nun that scowled at holly on the first day, last year? we should have taken it as an omen.

August Break 2012