Welcome to Timeline Photos. A few years back I started peeking around my archives in search of some of the first photographs I had taken. Here records my quest into better understanding my long term love of camera and experiencing the world with it in hand. All photos appear in chronological order hopefully revealing an evolution of how I see and what moves me to speak with light.

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(Photo credit Phil Monahan of Orvis)


Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts

Monday, July 20, 2015

Sunsets across my childhood memories



I love when the sun becomes muted by surrounding clouds and colors, almost as if I took my fingers and wiped them across the scene softening and blending the shapes and lines. Tonight I stopped the car to watch for a bit then take a few shots because it was one of those sunsets.

Even more so, they remind me so very much of a book I loved as a child.  There were illustrated versions of the same sunsets I love today throughout the pages, and I used to sit and look, turning back and forth among all of the pictures.  I remember viewing similar sunsets as a child and thinking that they looked like something in the book.  If I could only remember its title.

I still like being transported in my mind to those moments of wonder many years back and jumping into the pages of the book again. Brain switches open up memories and feelings when I see the soft colors and lights. I like connecting then with now, and really appreciate the near timelessness of sunset beauty.





Friday, February 15, 2013

Screen porch of memories



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I stumbled upon my childhood last week when spotting this screen porch during a walk.  In this are the summer evenings of my parents and neighbors gathering with their lawn chairs around a citronella candle while I ran around catching fireflies with my little brother and friends.  I had a rocking horse just like this one, and we swore its springs would neigh at us as we bounced it to its limits.  Screens on our doors and windows would hold raindrops or the water my grandfather used to wash their dirt away.  I loved running my fingers across the wetness creating shapes and trails.  

Being away from my birthplace, my family and the familiar, missing my dear father who passed away in August of 2011 more than usual lately, I really welcome these reminders and heart comforts.  I think that we're more open to these gifts just when we need them most.  


Friday, April 15, 2011

Barefoot in thunderstorms, standing on wet concrete




 







There's something about being barefoot
in a thunderstorm
standing on wet concrete
that takes me back
to my childhood
and the happiness
of being
in the rain