Morning (c) 2012 Suzannah R. Glennon
A quick post to show you one of my daughter Suzannah’s award-winning photographs. Photography is a passion Jim developed at about her age, and something he taught her about. They looked together at photography catalogues–cameras, tripods, lenses and gadgets–the way some members of the extended family look at food.
Suzannah has Jim’s eye for nature, and her own talent for capturing it.
I have never before seen Suzannah do a photograph in black and white. Jim, too, almost always worked in vivid colors.
Long after Suzannah had taken this particular photograph, but months before I saw it, I happened across photographs Jim had taken and printed while he was in college. I was drawn to one photograph that I carried down from the attic and put up on a wall: it is a black and white photograph of a forest floor, with sunlight filtering through. Five strong trunks stake out the foreground.
Both images remind me of the poem (A Man) our daughter Emma read at Jim’s service:
Hearing the talkers talk, I thought of you . . .
And it was like a great wind blowing
Over confused and poisonous places.
It was like sterile spaces
Crowded with birds and grasses, soaked clear through
With sunlight, quiet and vast and clean.
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In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home.
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In Hingham Jim had a dark room my dad had made for him. Even thought it was super home-made (plywood and polyeurethane), It was really big deal in our family. Occasionally Jim would bring me down and we would develop his photos – so fun. There were bowls of chemicals in which we dipped the papers, then hung them up on a string with clips. Jim loved photography.
I like this photo a lot – I see all five of you – strong and standing in the sunlight. Spring is coming.
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What a touching eulogy. Your daughter’s love and sensitivity is so evident.