YEARS AGO a friend and I were discussing the various aspects of being our mothers’ daughters, the similarities we each bore to our mothers, difficult to accept because we were both—shall I confess?—desperate for our own identities.

This recognition launched a project involving seventy mothers and daughters. Some turned it down: because of recent arguments, long-standing silences, tenuous emotional connections or fear. One mother set three separate dates before the planets were astrologically satisfactory. Another drank a six-pack in bed before she gave permission.
 

Though there is no photograph that can describe even the most tranquil flesh and blood relationship...the point is to look and consider the human possibilities.

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Please check back with us to see more photos of Mothers and Daughters, as we sift through the archives and find additional images. 

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                                                                                                                                  - Carla Weber, 1986