Saturday, October 19, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
During the roadtrip workshop we stopped in a cemetery seemingly in the middle of nowhere. It was an older cemetery with gravestones that were spaced well apart one from another - almost like the people buried there were all mad at each other and needed to be kept apart. This marker caught my eye. It was one of the older stones there. The name on the stone itself was unreadable, but I felt like the name within the star said it all.
Monday, September 2, 2013
This is Hope and her rabbit, Ruby. I met her at the Wilkin County Fair in Breckenridge, Minnesota during the road trip workshop. The fair was in the stages of just being set up and the only real action to be found was the kids getting their animals settled. I thought that they might be a little intimidated by 7 photographers wandering around in an otherwise empty barn, but Hope engaged us right away and told us about Ruby and her other rabbit, Thumper. She shared with us how her brother was also bringing rabbits to the fair, but his weren't as nice as hers. We all snapped our photos of her and moved on to the chickens. Soon Hope was back with Thumper and asked if we wanted pictures of them as well. We happily obliged. As I was turning to leave the barn she struck up a conversation about her summer, her family and going back to school. She spoke of seemingly wild adventures that she and her brother had been on over that summer and her eyes sparkled as she shared the details. So much energy and enthusiasm in someone with their whole life ahead of them. I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her with me and pull her out in the dark moments. Everyone needs a dose of Hope now and then.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
A couple of weeks ago I took a workshop with ColdSnap photography. It was a road trip workshop which meant that we knew where we were going to sleep each night, but everything in between was pretty spontaneous. We drove through small towns on minimum maintenance roads and stopped to shoot photos when something inspired us or when we just had to get out of the car to stretch our legs. We visited county fairs in 3 towns and not only got a taste of the fair food, but also the hospitality of the people. I grew up in a small town. Traveling those back roads made me a bit nostalgic and not just a little homesick. I got to wondering if it's true that you really can't go home again. Home was the place where, among many other things, someone was there to make sure you cleaned up your messes - whether you wanted to or not. As an adult my messes have become a bit more complicated and harder to clean up. The stakes are certainly higher than leaving candy wrappers in the back seat of my father's car or the heap of clothes at the end of my bed at the end of each week. In one of the towns we passed through we stopped to shoot a construction site. This graffiti caught my eye and got me thinking about messes. Funny how miles and miles of gravel will do that to a person.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
EB had been waiting for the day for a long time - the day when she'd get to meet Zoya in person and not have to settle for Yahoo chats and skype calls. It's the kind of friendship that had grown beyond the boundaries of what the internet had to offer. The days were emotional for me- to first send her off on adventures with a stranger that had come all the way from Michigan to make the connection, and then to meet up with them later and watch EB with her friend, mentor and soul sister. Their two days together were sweet and comfortable, like they had known each other forever and I could see the weight of the world being lifted off of EB's shoulders as Zoya offered her counsel and friendship. This was one of my favorite images from those two days - soul sisters from different mothers.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Those of you who follow the blog or know me well know that I am drawn to cemeteries. I find them peaceful and beautiful, like stone gardens that are lovingly tended. Some days I am most interested in the architecture and the long shadows that the light creates, but some days it is the statues that speak to me the most. On this particular day I couldn't get past these hands of Mary - folded in prayer, gentle yet strong - strong enough to carry many burdens and sorrows - like all women who are mothers themselves.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Today marks the 35th anniversary of the death of my father. Some of my warmest memories are of the time we spent in church and then gathered at my grandmother's house for egg coffee afterwards.
My hometown church is beautiful and full of wonderful sculptures and stained glass windows. There is a statue in the back of church of Mary holding the body of Jesus after it had been taken down from the cross. I've taken many images of the statue, but have never been moved by any of them. I revisited this one over the weekend and tried something new by taking a texture file and using it as a overlay. It brought me to tears when I saw it come off the printer on some beautiful velvet art paper.
Miss you dad.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
This image is another one that I took on Stoney Point near Two Harbors a couple of years ago. It's from the same series as the image that kicked off the 100 Prints Project way back in August of 2011. The boats are gone now. I'm not sure if they were being vandalized or if the Lake simply claimed them after many years.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
This was taken in a combination church / school house somewhere in South Dakota. I normally don't do much playing around with images, but I found a really cool HDR type preset for Lightroom and liked the way it made this image speak. I hope you like it.
Monday, February 4, 2013
The last one in the group of images I made back in December. For those of you who are critical focus sticklers, you may just want to go ahead and close your browser now because there really isn't anything in focus in this image. I've thought long and hard (almost 8 weeks) about whether or not to post it for that reason, but in the end the blog is about what speaks to me - and this image speaks to me. I hope it will speak to some of you as well.