I am Kimberly Dyann. Daughter of Patricia Ann. Granddaughter of Eunice Elizabeth and Velma Lisbeth. Mother of Kevan Danae and Kirin DeLizabeth. I have repeated those words so many times at blessingways over the years and it always makes me cry. Truth be told… I’m crying now.
We are women. We are strong. We are enough. My mother named me Kimberly Dyann. I was very much wanted and welcomed into my family. Even though she struggled with post partum depression, she waited a long time for me to be born and she never let me forget it.
My grandmothers lived to be 71 and 65. My mom passed away when she was 55. They all had hard lives. Thankfully, my life has been a lot less stressful than theirs and I plan to live a long and full life. I owe that to my own daughters. Each generation wants better for the next, right?
One of the things that I’m most thankful for is that my mother believed strongly in the longevity of photography. I grew up at Olan Mills. My mother often joked that we were “picture poor” which was her way of saying, “It’s been three months, let’s go to Olan Mills.” I have the cedar chest full of books and prints to prove it!
“It’s been three months, let’s go to Olan Mills.”
Patricia Ann
In fourth grade in the gifted program, I learned to use a camera on a stand to take photos of plants up close. My first experience with macro photography. In fifth grade, we made a keystone cops movie and it was my first experience with special effects, film making, and black and white film. In high school I took graphic arts where I learned 35mm photography and print making.
This site is about exploring all those creative themes in my life and reconnecting with the woman that I was born to be. The woman I am. I am Kimberly Dyann.
