Wednesday in October

Procrastination!

Procrastination!  Time to get editing some of my favorite images from this summer.  That being said, I think I will take a spin on my bike.  Cheers!

Self Portrait or 365Emo

Where in the world did the Photographer go this season?  Good question.  Much to my dismay, I just realized that I had not posted in MONTHS.  Summer had me traveling to weddings, portrait sessions and all around lazy moments sipping cool drinks by the pool.  In a quest for finding my art, I shall post more images that bring me joy and excitement.  An image that client wants "shopped" into oblivion will be tossed to the curb.   Hold on to your cup of coffee.  Spin on your bike.  Get set for a fabulous season of 365Emo!

Suburban Archaeologist Take Two

A slow week for litter. However, I really was drawn to the rusty water cap that a snow plow dumped on my curb. Yes! What a treasure. Thinking I might call the town to see if they will send their six men over to replace. Here is my list for this week:

Tonic container and cap

A plastic cup from the clown

Metal hanger

Dipping sauce container from yet another clown

Rusty, heavy water cap from the road

It's windy today, so chances are good that more treasures will come my way.

Full Moon

Dream State

Watching my dream vanish. Not my life dream. Why that would be a downer. Just one of those dreams that I was trying to remember when I woke up from sleep. Float away, gone forever.

Dinner

Shot Glass

When my colleague spoke about buying more glass, I thought drinking glass. Then, I thought shot glass. Silly me, clearly she was speaking about camera lenses. How could I be so daft? It is about the LENS, baby! The lens is the photographers only friend. The lens does not demand a refund, or complain that it is too FAT. The lens accepts the world. Imperfections and all.

Suburban Archaeologist

I am so excited to present my new photo series entitled SUBURBAN ARCHAEOLOGIST. I will be photographing that which is tossed into my driveway each week. Right? As gross as it is, I am turning my utter irritation at the Arlington litter bug, into art. In doing so, I hope to find humor and interest in what the careless, lazy person drops onto my property. This week an interesting assortment:

Broken watering container

Over due health insurance notice from two towns away

Dust mask

Two balls

French fry container

Lottery scratch ticket (of course it is a winner!)

Egg shells

Cheeseburger (I admit to adding that last week, but no animal will touch it!)

Shampoo/cream sample

Taking Notes

Am I to find her climbing up the walls this vacation week? Off the walls? Off the walls? How odd, but this image is more a self-portrait. Parent. Home with child. Home with the love of my life. Yet...day seven. Seven days into this retreat. Cabin fever. Yes I am off the walls. My whirley girl is just fine.

Self Portrait

Mando 101

I tore the house apart looking for one of my music books. Lost. A trip to the local music store. Yes, in fact, a real store. A great place where the guys are hip and understand my scattered music/photog/highly caffeinated mind. I will buy a replacement. Wasteful indeed, my organizational skills. Shetland Jumper calls my name and for the life of me, I can't remember how it ends...

Universal Frame

A few years back I was able to travel to San Francisco. A pilgrimage of sorts. One thing that I really really wanted to experience was the Golden Gate Bridge. After having cycled in Napa Valley, a rented car would serve, for the journey to the hills. Camera on my lap, I waited in great expectation of seeing this marvelous bridge. A monumental connector that I had only seen photographs in magazines. Who knew, that in order to leave Napa and arrive in San Francisco early, one had to travel bumper to bumper in the thickest fog bank I had ever seen. The entire bridge was engulfed in fog. I might as well have been traveling on a road in New England, for there was absolutely no clue as to my location on this massive bridge. It was not until almost the very end of the bridge that I was able to finally get an image of her spectacular structure. A moment in the midst of fog. Developed, the picture lacked composition. Failure embraced disappointed. I tucked the photo into a book and forgot about it.

Six years later, I find myself reading a book about Annie Leibovitz. Page 15 of AT WORK, is a picture that Annie took of the Golden Gate Bridge during the 1970's. How interesting. Leibovitz's photo is 100 times more amazing. Fog is a feature, or at least it appears to be. A quick snappy 30 years earlier. Same frame, universal journey, yet Leibovitz, queen of all things pixelated, demonstrates why she is who she is. Gingerly, I embrace my limitations, discontented, as photog.

Reflections at Walden Pond January 7 2012

Yoga Resolution

Yoga, who knew? I certainly have had my moments when watching someone like Rodney Yee move his muscular body on some far out island, off the coast of some dreamy sand land. I bought a mat and block. Mesmerized into some flickering moment of hope that I could be at one with my flexibility. Toned and beautiful like guru Yee. Reality. Yoga is difficult. Yoga is sport. Yoga is sweat. Discipline. Who knew? Ignorant me. I have a great admiration for people who practice. I embrace my disinterest. Settled into my yoga practice quite comfortably. Be it a certain kind of yoga, my coffee yoga. I brew a hot cup of coffee and sip, whilst my girls practice their intricate moves and stretches. I enjoy watching. Bringing my beloved coffee cup to my lips. Smile and laugh at the playfulness of it all. Ommmmm. Namaste.