The Long Way Home


Camp Ohio
June 24, 2013, 7:52 PM
Filed under: Ohio | Tags: , , ,
in the woods

in the woods

It’s been a little quiet here on the blog because for the past few months, I’ve had continuous sinus issues, which have worsened over the past month. I’m on two weeks worth of antibiotics, Flonase, Mucinex, herbal teas, ACV – I can’t believe I’m not glowing from all the medication. Being sick and trying to slug through the usual routine is challenging, but I feel as if it’s made me braver, more intuitive with photography. Maybe since, for two weeks with laryngitis, I could barely speak and chose images to express myself instead of words. Or because I’ve been so dazed out on all these meds, I didn’t over-think a photo opportunity: I took it. Maybe too, we shouldn’t have gone to camp at the beginning of this month, but I couldn’t resist taking my Polaroid cam to northeastern Ohio, where I knew we’d find a lost world. Holiday Campgrounds is a little city of decked-out trailers and campers, complete with ice cream stand, a general store and pool, and a private lake for fishing. We found a pregnant wolf spider, a house in the woods, a vacant blue motel without a name.

holiday road

holiday road

andover, oh

andover, oh

abandoned motel

abandoned motel

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What We Found Along the Way
November 29, 2012, 4:12 PM
Filed under: Pennsylvania | Tags: , , , , ,

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



Umbrella Project
September 4, 2012, 5:16 PM
Filed under: Art Gallery | Tags: , , ,

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Utata is an online photography group that publishes two large group projects a year, and for this second one, they asked us to concentrate on one object or group of objects. I had this idea in my head brewing for some time of Jeff standing in a cornfield holding an umbrella. We had to drive out to the country, and when we were in the country, my heart would sink each time we passed rows of cornstalks getting taller by the week. There was always a reason not to stop: it rained, it was fenced off in barbed wire, it was somebody’s yard, how would we explain this to the people who lived there. Finally on our trip to Bethlehem, I had Billy stop the car; Jeff threw his suit jacket over his shoulders and climbed up a muddy hill for me to get that one shot. It’s not how I pictured it would turn out, but isn’t that how most art works? I’m happy to have a man who understands my ridiculous requests (and helps make them happen).

View “Just One Thing” project here.

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