The Long Way Home


Savannah Morning
April 22, 2015, 6:38 AM
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welcome guest

welcome guest

It’s 9 AM. Jeff and our friend Tim are having dude coffee talk, and I am in the backyard, rigging a tripod out of an overturned wooden table. The sun keeps slipping through the clouds. We are 11 hours from home, and while I love visiting Savannah, I long to just be in my bed, hug my cat, hide out for a few days before going back to work. Savannah, though, is good to us. The night before, we ate BBQ ribs at Johnny Harris, and then bought a dozen Krispy Kremes with $10 that Jeff found on the ground. We visited Tybee Island, and later, walked to get drinks in the rain. I got a little tipsy, and this morning, find blurry night photos on my iPhone. I wanted to capture the soft darkness, the way the lamp lights glowed across a tiny square like something out of a film. I erase them. I flip through the instant shots I have taken on this trip, brush donut crumbs off the edge of a frame.

Savannah morning

Savannah morning

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Quiet Among the Chaos
September 17, 2014, 7:19 PM
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It’s been an eventful few weeks: preparation for a job interview (which happened today), publication in Optiko and Pryme Magazine (excited. proud!) and I finally have a website, which I promised to have finished before summer’s end. This blog though is my baby and my writing home, so I’ll be back in a few days to post more. In the meantime, check out my instant photo site. I’ve wanted to have one for so long, and I’m finally glad I got around to it. Now I’m off to curl up with The Lives and Loves of Daisy and Violet Hilton and a bowl of pork dumplings: gifts of nourishment and solitude.



Evening on Penn
August 5, 2014, 7:18 PM
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come along with me

come along with me

When Jeff and I aren’t on the road, we travel our neighborhood, making ordinary trips to the grocery store an adventure. Last week, I took my Spectra with me on our walk to Bottom Dollar (Klondike craving), figuring I’d finally get to capture some things  that caught my attention on earlier car rides to work – times where I’m thinking, I’ll go back to that later – and it’s changed. We pass two houses on Gem Way that I filmed this past winter, now a lush, urban garden of tall grass and Queen Anne’s Lace. The row houses across the street, looming brick structures on broken Penn Avenue, a door still covered in old newspapers from, I swear, as long as we’ve lived here – seven years. All the moving around I did as a child, then a college student, then as a young adult trying to find my way, and now I’ve arrived: middle-aged, Spectra in hand, with my best friend beside me peeling silver wrapping from a frozen treat: this is home.

 

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the garden

the garden



Limestone House
July 25, 2014, 7:05 AM
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Limestone House

Limestone House

Actually the house is not made of limestone, but in Limestone, New York, a hamlet just over the PA border of nearby Bradford. It was once, I’m guessing, part of a family farm, and is now filled with abandoned antiques. Each time we’ve gone up to Olean, we pass by this place, and each time we stop I peek through the windows to see if anything has changed; two years later and the living room is still filled with coat racks heavy with military jackets, an art deco metal glider, peeling rose wallpaper in the hallway. The kitchen is unrecognizable, the stove replaced with broken chairs, debris littering the floor where the fridge once stood. The porch is dangerously close to caving. There is a heaviness I feel as I tread the tall grass in the backyard. The windows are eyes, the door always open, daring us to enter and discover its secrets.

House in blue.

House in blue.

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On the Road
July 20, 2014, 5:49 PM
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Motel DeSoto, Olean, NY

Motel DeSoto, Olean, NY

I love mid-week road trips. You get that tiny thrill of playing hooky from your life while everyone else is at work, going through the usual routine. It’s like flipping everything upside down for 48 hours. It also means there is nobody around, which makes photo adventures all the better: few interruptions from curious onlookers, less traffic. Wednesday becomes more like Sunday with everything open. Jeff is from Allegany, a tiny town in western New York. We went to visit with his sister and her family.  I’m fascinated how isolated Allegany is from everywhere else: “everywhere” meaning Buffalo or Pittsburgh, the two closest “big”  cities. How did he learn about punk rock? Where did he see art house flicks and go to basement shows? These were the things that a river-town kid like me agonized over if I had to grow up far away from city life. I’ve spent the last few weeks working on photo projects, working day-job OT, and exploring the back roads around us. It’s my birthday month, and I’m celebrating all I love about July through my lens.

Olean, NY

Olean, NY

Olean, NY

Olean, NY

Us.

Us

Olean, NY

Olean, NY

Somewhere along PA 66.

Somewhere along PA 66.

the open road.

the open road.



The Devil is in the Details
May 23, 2014, 7:02 AM
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Untitled, Day Three

Untitled, Day Three

Days three and five: I took these while it was getting windy, and  threatening rain, so to speed things up, I moved to the back of the building (less traffic, fewer people wondering what the hell we were doing: me setting up tripod and camera, while Jeff ran around taking iPhone pictures). The sweetest discovery was that giant blue door. We imagined horse-drawn wagons carting oil lamps out of the building, and through the cobblestone streets. And I love that ghost sign our friends Sheryl and Rebby showed us on the way to dinner one night: you can just make out a devil, his impish grin directing you straight to the company office – such a gorgeous piece of Pittsburgh history, it’s one of my favorites.

Blue Door, Day Three

Blue Door, Day Three

The Devil is in the Details: Ghost sign, Day Five

The Devil is in the Details: Ghost sign, Day Five

Garden Gate, Day Five

Garden Gate, Day Five



Kat in the Rain and Other Stories
May 21, 2014, 8:28 PM
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Buttercup Way, Day One

Buttercup Way, Day One

It’s Polaroid Week and the instant film community is abuzz with analog excitement. This year I had a few photos saved to share, but Saturday Jeff and I took a drive across the Allegheny and to the North Side of Pittsburgh, in the Manchester neighborhood, so I could capture some stories around the Hipwell Manufacturing Company. Hipwell, makers of oil lamp parts and Hipco flashlights, opened their doors in 1887, and operated until 2001. It now houses some offices and most recently as Chloe Sevigny’s apartment building  in the now-defunct series “Those Who Kill.” Day two photos were taken in Braddock, on an eerily quiet, cool Sunday morning in April and last week, my friend Katlin and I ducked out of work for a walk in the rain – me, balancing an umbrella between shoulder and chin to shield the camera, and Kat, fearless in the downpour, laughing.

 

Hipwell Manufacturing Co., Day One

Hipwell Manufacturing Co., Day One

Hotel Puhala, Day 2

Hotel Puhala, Day Two

Kat in the Rain, Day Two

Kat in the Rain, Day Two




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