Michael Wiggins | Los Angeles, CA | 1971
(photo: James W. Wiggins, Jr. )
I want to run, kiss, dance and create. Is this too much for a Saturday? I say no. Because you must take it when you get it. There are days when the power of love permeates my entire being with blissful intent. It is a day like this that can motivate a man for months at a time. Deep seated belief. I am wide awake.
But I have to close my eyes to truly feel it.
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Dee Loizou | Lynchburg, VA | 2017
Dee and I moved to Lynchburg, Virginia on January 6th, 2017. It has been almost one year. Today is Sunday and it's a typically quiet day on Main Street. We have plans to make coffee, chocolate chip oatmeal cookies, curried cauliflower, cranberry chutney, rosemary potatoes and mushroom gravy. But before all of this, we took our time getting out of bed. We spoke about the middle way. A place between our earthly bodies and our ethereal souls. And we sincerely believe our happiness is the result of this delicate balance.
This is how our morning began.
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John Wiggins (Brother), Jim Wiggins (Dad), Josephine Colesberry (Great Grandmother), Romey Wiggins (Mom) | Los Angeles, CA | 1970
My first camera was a Polaroid Swinger. A gift from my dad. I used to keep a Swinger photo of the family in my wallet. I was so proud of them.
My dad loved taking pictures. He was a faithful documentarian. My mom would make something good to eat and we would dim the lights and watch slides and Super 8 movies projected on the walls. These were times of laughter and love. So thank you James W. Wiggins, Jr. for introducing me to the art of photography and associating the viewfinder as an act of affection.
Michael Wiggins & John Wiggins | Lindsay, CA | 1976
(photo: James W. Wiggins, Jr.)
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