a year of us | day 118

A year of us | day 118

day 118

“Let’s see if the photo booth is open.” “I’m hungry, do we have to?” “Come on, it’ll be fun.” “Look, the signs are down, it’s working.” He waited outside the booth for the photos then grabbed the strip after they developed. “Oh, I love these, let’s do it again.”

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 117

A year of us | day 117

day 117

Sunday: We rushed out the door with coffee, wire, and a box of framed photos. Yo La Tengo’s (still, possibly, my favorite band) Tiny Birds on the car stereo, Speak and Spell in the backseat. I teetered on top of the ladder, leaned into the wall for support (hoping to forgot about being sick and dizzy), and strung photos from a hook close to the cascading ceiling. L assisted, offered wire cutters, tape measure, and level upon request. The folks at the store helped too (thank goodness for tall boys) and two hours later, we were out the door and down the street for Moroccan take-out.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 116

A year of us | day 116

day 116

He built an invisible wall with his hands, slid them up and down, and then pulled himself around a corner. “Where did you learn to mime, school?” “Yeah, a storyteller came and taught us how make a pretend wall from all the way to that part to this part. Now watch what I’m doing. Cut down like that. Go across. Cut down like that again. See two doors. Then go across. Isn’t that cool? When you get really good, you can do it in the air like this.”

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 115

A year of us | day 115

day 115

I set coffee, milk, and frozen raspberries on the table for breakfast. I pulled a pink daisy from the vase holding three week old flowers. A shallow pool of water remained at the bottom, touching the stems. A handful of white lily petals dropped straight away, the rest stayed put, while I tried not to disturb them. I left the bouquet in tact, unable to throw them out, and instead photographed them as they aged.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 114

A year of us | day 114

day 114

Back with a cold. It hit each of us this round. I poured a cup of black tea and sat at the table, head stretched tight and throat dry as if I had been stuffed with cotton from the shoulders up. I threaded picture wire and thought about the photographs of Man Ray, specifically a portrait of Marcel Duchamp.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 113

A year of us | day 113

day 113

The dog walkers passed by, one then the other in opposite directions, about an hour apart. I watched them from where I worked, cleaning frames of glass by the kitchen window. A punch of vinegar filled the air as I rubbed specks of dirt back and forth, never seeming to make them disappear. I would pay someone in chocolate, soup, and bread, whatever it takes to finish this stage of preparing my photographs for a show. Bourbon too. I was dead serious. Any takers?

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 112

A year of us | day 112

day 112

We found the keyboard on the side of the road. It was late summer, last year. The leaves started to color when people began emptying their garages or storerooms. It never fully worked. The sound was grungy and the microphone shorted out making for super lo-fi ear bursting noise punk. They loved it all the same so we kept it loaded with batteries and let them rock out until the house filled with crackles.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

 

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Come to Provisions

Hello Friends,

I wanted to pop in with a quick note (typing with one hand, stirring dinner with the other) and share exciting news about my upcoming photography show, Culinary Tools, at Provisions in Northampton, MA. The series includes ten black and white archival prints of vintage kitchen objects. The show runs from March 8 through May 2. If you’re in the area, stop by on Friday, March 13 from 5 to 7 pm for the opening reception (wine + art + good fun). The prints are also for sale online in my Crated shop. Please check them out here if you are interested!

 

Vintage Pie Plate and Server

For this series, I photographed a collection of culinary tools that evoke history and memory. The women in my family collected antiques. Their kitchen shelves displayed dulled metal flour and sugar tins and misshapen biscuit cutters, worn out from daily use. Antique stoves and pie safes held pastries shaped by hand. I loved hearing their stories shared in the kitchen over coffee and pie.

 

Culinary Tools
On view at Provisions
30 Crafts Avenue, Northampton, MA
March 8—May 2
Artist’s reception Friday, March 13, 5—7 pm

Have a good night!

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a year of us | day 111

A year of us | day 111

day 111

He curled up next to my leg like a pill bug, legs tucked into his stomach, cheek smoothed into the sheets. His body lay still for the first time since morning, fever subdued. I chased him in the kitchen late afternoon while he ran laps from one end of the room to the other and around again. When he stopped to sort magnetic letters and numbers at the refrigerator, I slipped a spoonful of chicken and dumpling soup in his mouth before he was back in motion.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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a year of us | day 110

A year of us | day 110

day 110

Sunday: coffee, yoga, banana, brunch in New Hampshire, afternoon in Vermont, Yo La Tengo, traffic, snow on the drive home, we stopped for sandwiches and left before chocolate cake.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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