Seduction Photography, by Louis Shackleton

Your Narrative, Photographed

I don’t know if you’d ever visited the Gateway Arch, Mom, but we were in the neighborhood, on the way back to Columbus. I wonder, if given the chance, where you’d have liked to have road-tripped with me.

I’ll bet you’d have been a blast at Mardi Gras, or a college football championship game – I’m sorry you didn’t live another couple of weeks to see your Buckeyes win the first one. They beat the Oregon Ducks 42-20. You’d have been so excited, and so proud. Let’s just pretend they did it for you.

Jennifer is going to touch base with the booster club for the Clippers, by the way. We’ll see about getting some of your ashes spread at the new stadium. I imagine your name, and Grandmom Brodbeck’s will carry enough weight to make that happen this summer. Thank you for taking me to my first minor-league game. They were so much cooler than MLB games.

Remember that time I called Jay Buhner’s home run that hit the dugout fan? Sure, it was just dumb luck, but it was awesome that it hit right where I’d just said it would when he came to the plate. I thought you were going to piss yourself. Hell, I thought I was. “I’ll be damned, Louis,” you said. Trying to predict a how a batter would do that at-bat was a fun game to play from the seats. I still know how to score a game on paper, though I haven’t done it in 20 years or more. Thank you for teaching me that.

I wish I’d have been with you the day you found out the Clippers had become the Indians’ farm team. I’ll bet you were ecstatic. The Browns still haven’t made it to the Superbowl.


I’ve been posting pictures and thoughts about my mother, sort of to my mother, on Instagram, Twitter, and my personal Facebook page. You can follow along and comment there, if you’d like.

My dear friend Elizabeth, who was with me as I opened Mom’s boxes, inspired these little vignettes, and I can’t express deeply enough my gratitude to her for everything along this journey. My intention, I think, is to collect them, fill them out with my memories, and post them in one place, probably here.



To repeat the disclaimer, this is a project about re-discovery. It’s about remembering who I am, what I’m about, what I love and what I do not. Fair warning, this project will be posted here rather than at my SFW site because there will be nudity from time to time. Some of it will be of me, some not, some artistic and pretty to look at, some just raw.

I don’t intend to think of something every day and then shoot it, though I may do that sometimes, too. But sometimes I will just shoot, and then find something about myself in the frames and post about that thing, whatever it is.

All my #365SelfDiscovery posts will be filed here.