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.