Nov 28, 2014
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The wind grabbed at my hair so violently that even the tiniest wisps stung like little whips in their medusa-like craze. They predicted 40 MPH gusts that day and, as usual, I was underdressed for the occasion.
I could hear the wind coming, the rustling was like static all around me. When it was about to strike, the sound amplified quickly, suddenly whooshing past my ears. The cold easily cut through my clothes, stinging my skin. The few clouds rolled in and out of the sun’s path, briefly chilling me further.
When I couldn’t take it anymore I got into my car. Shielded from the wind, and baking in the sun, it was the perfect break room to warm up and scope out my next shot.
This is what I think of as the perfect storm. Enough force to intrigue me and enough sun to make all the stormy discomforts dissipate quickly.
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Nov 21, 2014 |
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Ever look in the mirror and totally shock yourself? I did earlier this week!
I was in my typical bum-wear: yoga pants and a sweatshirt from 1999. It’s a faded brown, with a few holes, and the cuffs are torn where the folds used to be. That’s one fall perk; when I take Gracie out, big, baggy sweatshirts, are the perfect way to hide the fact that I don’t feel like wearing a bra.
So if I’m typically a bum, what was the big shocker? My hair! I’m parting it differently, and sometimes pieces here and there still try regress to a former life, but this was bad! It looked like I stuck my head in a blender, and this was after my 2nd venture outside that day! I grabbed my brush and started working out the mess, only to have it get caught in a knot so big it was halfway to making dreadlock status!
This is what happens when I take a week off from the 9-5 photography to get some artsy work done. So thank you boring products that need to be photographed… you keep me looking halfway decent five days a week.
What about you? Do you ever just bum out? Ever been caught by your neighbors looking like hell? Help me feel a bit less freakish and tell me about it!
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Nov 14, 2014
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If you’ve ever taken a drive through the Northeast in autumn, I’m sure you’ve had a moment or two when the beauty overwhelmed you. The bright yellows, oranges, and reds against a bold blue sky on a sunny day has a way of soothing the soul. On the most frigid fall day the rays of sunlight shinning through the leaves can almost warm you with its fiery glow.
I’ve always envied the photographers and artists who can capture the big picture with such stunning landscapes. I’ve never really focused much attention on developing my landscape skills, although I know the BF wishes I would. It’s so easy for me to get distracted, and then intrigued, by the little pieces that make up the whole. This leaf is just a pixel in someone else’s landscape.
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Sep 12, 2014
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While most people are oooing and ahhhing about the crisp weather and the beautiful bursts of color that fall brings, I’m in my own little corner, cringing. I can’t help it. To me, autumn is a disease that spreads over the land and kills it. Winter is a cold, dark, dry death, and I dread it.
Throughout this project my eye often finds images that go beyond my visual perception and seem to reflect how my head twists the world. Here, in the unnatural light behind the leaves, I see snow. I feel winter coming and it makes me sad.
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Feb 7, 2014
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Gracie and I were rushing back to the house after her mid-day potty break. More likely, I was rushing to get back to website building, email answering, or social media wrangling… one of those most urgent matters.
As we trotted across the deck that little leaf called out to me like an old woman stretching her wrinkled hand out for spare change. I felt bad for it, being encapsulated and drawn into the icy depths below.
The way I see it: ugliness + sadness = beauty.
It was nice to slow down for a second and just witness nature.
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