December 7, 2011
Learning from China’s Rats
One of my favorite things to do is look at photographs. I know this comes as a huge surprise, but it’s true.
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December 5, 2011
Everything is as it should be
The universe knows. It just does. I’m convinced now more than ever, after this weekend.
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December 2, 2011
Okay! Uncle!
Dear Universe,
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December 1, 2011
Choosing to believe
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.
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November 22, 2011
Brave questions
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.
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November 6, 2011
I’m not really gone, I’m just hanging out somewhere else
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.
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October 24, 2011
Post-Camp Post: an attempt
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).
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September 20, 2011
Restored
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.
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September 19, 2011
My little view
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?”
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September 11, 2011
Honor through helping
Ten years ago, I worked at the American Red Cross. I was a measly little marketing specialist, doing my part to help my chapter raise money and awareness so we could help local families impacted by fire and flood, and send out volunteers and supplies to communities hit by natural disasters. We trained folks in first aid and CPR and how to use an AED. We helped people be prepared, and even learn how to swim. Hurricanes and tornadoes and earthquakes were regular occurrences, and I was proud to work for a large, national organization that could quickly spin into action to help others while doing the daily work of making our communities safer.
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