March 13, 2014
February 15, 2014
February 6, 2014
January 24, 2014
Head Over Heels
January 11, 2014
Becoming
You shadowed my every move, asked dozens of questions and loved being read stories before bed. Time fooled me into thinking it was passing slowly. I was wrong.
Now it's your turn to lead and we will follow. I couldn't be more proud of you, my sweet guy. Tonight you will become a Bar Mitzvah. Wishing you Mazel Tov, with love.
Now it's your turn to lead and we will follow. I couldn't be more proud of you, my sweet guy. Tonight you will become a Bar Mitzvah. Wishing you Mazel Tov, with love.
January 9, 2014
December 28, 2013
November 28, 2013
November 26, 2013
November 5, 2013
Gone Analog
Our family spent the last Spring Break in Boston. While I usually think of vacations as a week-long photo opportunity I was feeling weighed down by my DSLRs – both physically and psychically. I opted to take along two smaller cameras and use the expired Fuji film from the bottom of my refrigerator. The resulting images are mine but are somehow feel more fragile, the palette subtle. It was a liberating experience and one that reminded me that it's okay to do this differently. There was no instant image rendered, the noise was minimal and I couldn't resort to a pop of the flash to add interest. And I had to wait. It took months before I processed the film and discovered what Boston had been; a chilly getaway and a place to breathe.
October 11, 2013
September 20, 2013
Elsewhere
When asked about this blog I often talk about how it's been an important part of my photographic process – that this place has been a springboard for ideas yet to be understood. I've had two unplanned projects emerge from my posts here. I photographed throughout the spring and summer I've been a bit stuck on what to do with the new images.
I'm sharing a series that was made while waiting in a parking lot. We were exhausted from a week of togetherness out at the beach. It was a vacation that followed a summer of separation with little correspondence sent home from camp. Some letters were mere scribble, unsigned. Others listed the items to bring up on Visiting Day. Friends told me not to fret and that our boys were happily immersed in camp life. It's true that we were all elsewhere and occupied, but I was a little crushed.
These photographs remind me that it's okay to be together and still be apart. It seems that disconnection is essential to growing up and growing older. They are about letting go.
I'm hoping that these photographs will tell me what to do next. Will one of these images end up in either of my projects or head in a new direction entirely? Maybe this blog post will be their final destination. I'd like to hear from you. Tell me what these photographs say to you, if anything.
September 10, 2013
August 9, 2013
July 25, 2013
July 18, 2013
July 4, 2013
June 25, 2013
May 12, 2013
April 30, 2013
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