The Long Way Home

In Like a Lion
March 8, 2013, 6:30 AM
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Wednesday opened with a snowstorm. Giant fat flakes clinging to tree limbs and telephone wires, the kind of snow people wish for every Christmas. The day grew warmer, the snow melted – three seasons in a work day’s time. You can’t trust March. Its unpredictable weather, a month without identity: not quite winter, but not yet spring. The year starts for me here, a place where I can leave behind the dark months and push forward to spring with its obvious “fresh start” metaphors. Reorganize, reflect. Stay focused and allow myself the luxury to dream.

two friends, three strangers

two friends, three strangers

cabin fever

cabin fever


What We Found Along the Way
November 29, 2012, 4:12 PM
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behind the neville hotel

Before I took up photography, I wrote fiction.  I finished my MFA and went to do volunteer work in Croatia. I spent time there writing in my journals, and emails (letters, really) to friends back home and I took a lot of photos. I carried my camera everywhere with me. This was before I did anything artistic or conceptual. I didn’t think of photography then in terms of story; I documented my days there, and when I tired of finding the ‘right words’ to describe what I wanted people to see, I took pictures. When I came home, I started working in the darkroom and saw how I could tell stories with photos. I’d spend hours in that room, secure under the red light, lost to the outside world – feeling guilty that I was moving away from fiction. Because for years I identified as a writer. Was I betraying this part of me? Why didn’t I know I was a photographer before I turned 30? I felt like I had some catching up to do. In grad school, my writing peers would comment how ‘visual’ my fragmented stories were, like snapshots, and now people tell me that my photos are stories. When Jeff and I walked around Neville Island at the beginning of the month, I took these photos to use up expired film. It wasn’t until later, after I had scanned and cropped the borders, then arranged them side by side that I saw a story – telling what, I’m not quite sure yet, but the blue cast over the film, and the shifting sunlight tied the five frames together.

self-portrait in found mirror

november sunset

what we found along the way

this road reminds me of the film The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane

American Frightmare

Jeff’s latest work for the Friday, July 2 Unblurred event on Penn Ave.

“The smell of apple pie fills the air, as well as the scent of a decaying America.”

Happy 4th of July!

skull at the mirror

triple self portrait

Reflections on Vivian Maier
November 23, 2009, 11:44 AM
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by Vivian Maier

by Vivian Maier

Another wish-I-had-found-it-while-flea-marketing moment – the work of  street photographer Vivian Maier.

A street photographer as well, John Maloof found Vivian’s negatives at a furniture and art auction in Chicago. Her private life is still somewhat of a mystery, but what little of it John has gathered can be found on his Vivian-dedicated blog.

He is compiling her work into a book, but has been kind enough to share some of her images via the Internet. The Independent recently did a write-up on the discovery of her work.

I am in love with these photos, especially her reflection images. Looking through her photographs is like peeking into her visual diary. Maier was primarily a nanny, but as evidence of the 40,000 negatives found after her death, photography was her creative outlet, her true work. It is evidence of how the joys of photography can be had in just taking the photograph, not worrying about the end result.

layers of reflection

subtle reflections

self portrait of Vivian

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