I was describing
photographer Nell Dorr to someone today. "At our girl's boarding school,
we met her during fall picnics at her house. She was an older woman then...
70's? Grey hair to her waist, she wore long dresses and beautiful capes and
magnificently colored scarves around her head and neck.
She lived in an octagonal house, had two Irish
Wolfhounds, and many doves that lived in cages built into her tall, deep living
room windows .
Her home had been a golf course, so you would
peer down past house and gardens ,to an enormous lawn, and a pond , with a row
boat patiently waiting for someone.
When I met her, I was so transformed by her life and her photographs hanging in
her home , that I wrote her a note, thanking her. Because somehow I knew she
had shared this new, authentic way of being, and being honest and creative .
Which turned out to be true.
I ingested and inhaled the life I saw before me.
She wrote me back, sending me one of her books, beautifully inscribed. The book
has traveled far and wide with me, and it is her photographs, with quotes, that
meant much to her. Words and Pictures .
I know she supported so many lives that followed in her wake, simply by being
herself.
Who ever knows how we will be forever impacted by meeting another, or,
unbeknownst to us ,impact others, as we quietly live our lives .
Photo: Nell Dorr
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