I am an unobserved observer. I study people. I watch how people interact with each other. I consider their body language. Facial expressions often telegraph a more accurate story of their feelings than their words.

People everywhere share the common universal emotions of love, anger, fear, hope, disappointment, etc. It’s what makes us human. How well we conceal or reveal them is what interests me. I record those intimate split-second moments with my camera.I am an unobserved observer. I study people. I watch how people interact with each other. I consider their body language. Facial expressions often telegraph a more accurate story of their feelings than their words.

I watched this very typical ‘conversation’ take place yesterday between a busy mother and a wanting child. We have all seen this interaction played out hundreds of times. Many of us have experienced it first-hand first as the child and later as the parent.

I remember being young feeling powerless, trying to get my mother to look at something, give me something, do something, listen to something that at the time was of extreme importance to me. So frustrating to be ignored as though I didn’t exist. Don’t I count? Don’t you see me? It leaves a dent.

I remember being an over worked mom, running my own full-time business while trying to duplicate myself, using the exact same hours I had just put in at the business to get the groceries, cook and be with the kids and my husband. Exhausting. And then there was this whining voice beside me vying for attention I didn’t have. An annoying salad tossed with guilt.