April 1, 2014
I love days with moderate temperatures because I can open my office window and let in fresh air. What I also let in is noise, and today I realized that the variety of sounds that I hear on any given day at my job couldn’t be any more diverse.
December 7, 2011
One of my favorite things to do is look at photographs. I know this comes as a huge surprise, but it’s true.
December 5, 2011
The universe knows. It just does. I’m convinced now more than ever, after this weekend.
December 2, 2011
Dear Universe,
December 1, 2011
Some days, when it seems like it’s impossible for anything to go right, when it seems the odds are stacked against you, when it seems as though, despite your best efforts, things are still f*cked up…some days you just gotta believe that it will all work out just fine. Even when it seems logistically impossible.
November 22, 2011
Some days I feel very, very brave. I’ve got it all under control. I’m handling everything, getting things done, being the person I want to be. Some days I feel not so brave. Things are starting to slip, I can’t get anything done, and I’m not at all who I feel like being.
November 6, 2011
While it may seem as though I’ve been dormant (lazy) (absent) (quiet) (invisible), the truth is that I’ve only been those things here.
October 24, 2011
I’ve had a few people email me and ask about Camp Shutter Sisters, and those I’ve met in person have all asked. So maybe it’s about time I try to put my feelings into words about this experience. Which is hard because the feelings run deep and strong, and I find myself at a loss for words (which is very, very rare for me).
September 20, 2011
I’m seeing images everywhere again. This is refreshing, and a relief. I’m reading a book called Why People Photograph, and just last night I read an essay that discussed artists losing their way, and those who get so lost they never make it back. That is one of my biggest fears. I go through dormant periods like anyone, but at those times I become passionately afraid that the dormancy will last forever and my gear will grow dusty, and someday I will have to just throw it all out (because digital gear, as we all know, goes vintage about 30 seconds after you pay for it). And when that happens there will be a giant hole in who I am. And how on earth would I fill that? It’s been a part of my life for so long now, is there anything that could even replace it? Thinking about this gives me the willies.
September 19, 2011
Saturday night we went to a birthday party for a family friend’s 10-year-old daughter. Double digits means, apparently, that one is too sophisticated to play with mere children. At past parties, Zoe was snatched from her parents and sucked into the world of free-spirited play with all the cousins of this large, loving family. Expecting much the same this time, I took her hand and climbed the steps to the playroom, where two of the girls had hidden from the boring adults. As soon as we entered the room, I felt the chill as they stopped talking and looked at us. I ignored it. “Hi! Would you guys mind if Zoe played up here with you?”