Proud Mother

I can't tell you the name of this mother and son, but I can tell you that the photo was taken at Applin's Studio, 18 Windsor Terrace, in Southampton. Although the mother is wearing an elegant velvet dress, the position of her left hand suggests to me that she is down-to-earth and without pretense.  Is that a giant leap? Perhaps, but hands have a lot to tell. So do those soulful eyes. She's proud of her son, but stern in a warm and sheltering way.  She recognizes nonsense immediately. You won't find her raising her voice, but you will know by her gaze that she has seen through your artifice and is gently but firmly inviting you to change your course. You would be fortunate to call her your friend or your mother.

Or maybe I've been reading too many J. Peterman catalogs.  In any case, the proud mother gently but firmly suggests that you peruse all of the fascinating posts over at Sepia Saturday.

More Giant Vegetables

Brian from PaperSponge sent me these cards. There's nothing quite like giant vegetables, except maybe jackalopes - that wonderful cross between a jack rabbit and an antelope.

Hotel Weyanoke - Farmville, Virginia

I have a postcard and stationery from the 'best hotel within 50 miles' in Farmville, Virginia. It doesn't seem to exist anymore, but I don't think it burned down...because it was advertised as fireproof.