The Long Way Home


In a Cold Sun
October 5, 2014, 8:57 AM
Filed under: Pennsylvania | Tags: , , ,
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It’s a chilly, quiet morning, time I’ve waited to savor all week. I have worked more overtime, catching up after a long travel weekend, and milling through the muck of interview rejection. I like to have things status quo, and everything felt off-kilter. At times, it made me forget the smallest things, left me a little catastrophic and slightly depressed. It’s a territory of which I’m familiar – depression – and so I throw myself into overdrive, trying to compensate for the inertia that could settle in. Even photography provided little comfort, and that scared me. I’ve grown to lean on it to get me through difficult times, and now I’m looking at the broader picture: that not one thing can make up for all the things that are biting at you. It’s too much to expect, much like putting all your faith into one person: it’s a big burden to bear. So at the end of a long week, I took my camera with me as we ran errands, no plan in mind (which is out of my comfort zone – as regular readers may know, I like order). I asked a man at a junk shop on Hamilton Avenue if I could take his photo, and he wordlessly slipped back into his shop, gently closing the door behind him. Later in our friend Sheryl’s garden, Jeff picked peppers, tomatoes, chard and sprigs of dill, while I walked around freezing in the cold sun, capturing tangles of overgrowth, getting lost behind the lens for brief moments.

in the garden

in the garden

Mayflower Street

Mayflower Street

Hamilton Avenue

Hamilton Avenue

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Lunch Break
September 26, 2012, 7:29 PM
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grotto, St. Patrick’s, Strip District

Lately I’ve been taking my Polaroid SLR680 to work so I can shoot photos on my lunch break, a time I usually reserve for reading. It’s not easy either – it’s bulky and noisy and when I pull it out of my bag, people are like, that’s a camera? You can’t hide with a 30-year-old folding camera right in your face. I even have  a fancy iPhone now, and I can’t bring myself to use the camera in full force quite yet.  There are some days I get caught up in work, some days I don’t want to trek outside. But unlike writing, where I can sit and stare at the screen for hours (procrastinating by watching movies or snooping on Facebook), photography forces me to interact with the outside world, making me feel less alone.

mirror and tire in the alley behind Altar Bar

in the garden, St. Patrick’s

city sky



Daybreak
June 21, 2011, 7:18 PM
Filed under: Florida | Tags: , ,

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When Jeff and I first married, I had  the solitude talk with him: I must have  “Lisa time” now and then, don’t take it personally. And the best Lisa time are the mornings. There is an entire day in front of me filled with possibilities. There are errands to do, or better yet – not do. Which is why waking up early on vacation is even better. On our first day in Florida, I woke around seven. I don’t drink coffee or eat breakfast, I just start doing things because I may have dreamed about them – writing emails to friends, reading cookbooks, jotting down lines to stories. But that morning I took pictures around my in-laws house, chasing light from room to room. The gated community where they live is like a set from a film; even though I’ve visited many times now, I can’t recall ever seeing people outside. Which is why I felt pretty safe walking the streets in my pajamas, snapping photos of palm trees and dodging sprinklers before the family woke up and wondered where I had gone.

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