In a couple of weeks it will be thirty one years since this day. I was born on this day at Saint Vincent’s Hospital in Birmingham Alabama. My mom actually went in the night before but it was a long labor that lasted thru the night into the next day and almost into the next night. I love photos. All photos. The good, the bad, the ugly, they all have a story to tell. They capture a moment in time that might mean nothing to anyone else but they mean the world to the eye in the lens. See the world. Or at least see the world around you.
Monday, July 14, 1986
In a couple of weeks it will be thirty one years since this day. I was born on this day at Saint Vincent’s Hospital in Birmingham Alabama. My mom actually went in the night before but it was a long labor that lasted thru the night into the next day and almost into the next night. I love photos. All photos. The good, the bad, the ugly, they all have a story to tell. They capture a moment in time that might mean nothing to anyone else but they mean the world to the eye in the lens. See the world. Or at least see the world around you.