my grandfather's argus

I was never lucky enough to meet my dad's dad, Gene Hasson, but somehow I did get lucky enough to receive his legacy - the argus.

My grandad (or "Pup" as we lovingly call him) was a photographer in his own right, and I know that the reason I started shooting was because I wanted just to feel like I was connected to him. I wondered if perhaps his love for capturing light might have gotten passed on to me, just like the shape of his nose did.

My dad tells me how he remembers learning to shoot on this camera, and the way its ripened leather case felt in his hands. When he talks about it, I can see the love and respect for the medium that his dad instilled in him, and I understand why it's so important that I do what I do.

Did someone in your life help cultivate a love for something specific in you? I'd love to hear about it.

notes from a sleepy saturday

image: sampson and ethel's quilt. a triptych. september 2008.

The only thing that separates me from the animals is a lot of words, so when I’m not talking much, the gap closes really quick. - Gap by Brian Andreas

Happy about:

tennis lessons

a new lens

my dad cutting mayonaisse from his diet

erin's job prospect

my "birds and nests" rubber stamps

the socks i'm finally making progress on

http://vi.sualize.us/ a new visual bookmarking haven for inspiration in the form of images.

this charming new blog i found today

and this lovely post that you should see.

a happy monday evening to you all. :)

late summer laundry

image: folded. september 2008.

This morning as I was stumbling out of of my still-a-little-bit-asleep stupor, I felt the newness of the cold black and white tile on the bottoms of my feet as I walked into the morning lit kitchen, and I became aware once again, how happy I am to be embarking on a new autumn in this old house in Virginia. Thank God.

a special swap

image: orange heels in the window, taken august 2008.

When we were in college, I somehow got lucky enough to convince Shelby she should trade me these heels for a plastic tote bag. How did that happen? I'm not really sure.

I don't wear them that much, but I'm still totally in love with them and their little bows. I wonder if they are terribly out of style by now? I could be blinded by my love for them.

Sweetest wedding programs EVER via Brooklyn Bride. Check them out. You have to click on the image to really see them. They are the first image.

Also Dear Shelby,

01. I love you.

02. You need to start a blog because everyone will want to read it.

03. We can trade back if you really want to (please don't make me).

Love,

Allie

Why are polaroids so perfect?

image: purple weed at the campground. troutdale, va. taken may 2008.

image: peony bud with little lady. on the markham farm in bedford, va. taken may 2008.

I love love love the polaroid images that I see floating around the blogosphere/flickrland. I haven't been brave enough to spend the money to buy my own instant image creator, especially since they are putting a stop to polaroid film manufacturing and people are hoarding it more and more by the second. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to afford the polaroid hobby in about 5 minutes. I did, however, find this polaroid generator that takes my photos and makes them a little more polaroidific.

image: fiddler's convention, 2008. galax, virginia.

You have to click on this image to really get a feel for it. Blogger doesn't display panoramics as awesomely as I would like.

image taken by jessica woods and edited by allie hasson. grayson county state park, cabin creek. fiddler's convention, august 2008.

and an interesting article on olympic bodies from the new york times.