Sunday. No church, no yoga, but deep looking needed to prompt the brain, refresh the […]
To find the focal point, follow your gaze behind my grandmother Above her thick calf coming over the rail, is a line of bushes with sunlight crystallizing on their tops. Above them is a clear black hole disappearing into the woods. This is what I like about old cameras – one tremble and the photograph shifts like a fun house mirror – wavy, impressionistic. One tremble and the innocence and fun of my grandmother’s pose contrasts with the mystery and slight menace of the woods.
Thanks to my cousin for uncovering a new treasure trove of family photographs.
There to look at fish in the Connecticut River, I’m drawn to over-sized structures that […]
My favorite subject (so far) on the abandoned campus is The Dollhouse. It opens plainly to […]
No matter where I walk — Mexico, India, Western Massachusetts — my whispered reassurance before […]
Absorbed in learning about image compression, a rabbit hole if there ever was one. Manipulating […]
Ruined, devastated after a day. Shape collapses, spreads, blackens like caviar.
Small colonies spring up one day. Whimsical and phallic. Perfect umbrella shapes with a hint […]