Polaroid Week 2014

Ok, bonus post this week.  Today starts Day 1 of Polaroid Week (formerly known as 'RoidWeek.) If you are just joining us this is Part 2, the Autumn series, part one happens in May. A long time tradition that used to happen just once a year has now spawned into a biannual thing.  I always look forward to immersing myself into all things instant, if only for the week. Think you won't be hooked? Just wait. Your Saturday will feel a little less fun when you see no new photos and the group Flickr pool closed. And excuse the self promotion... today also coincides with my feature on Snap It See It. They asked me to answer a few questions including tips for new instant photographers along with some of my favorite images over the years. That alone took me a few hours to pull together. I'm sure I dated myself with "how ...

GF Finds // Week 41

Mondays co-pilot, she's been especially friendly lately and I'm not sure why. She's watching me fumble as I attempt to answer some work emails. My typing has gotten so bad I am beginning to think I spend more time correcting then typing. What is it? Are my fingers just not firing as fast or accurately? I bought a new keyboard, I thought that would help but no. I'm also a look-down-as-I-type kinda girl which seems to trip me up. Bottom line I am beginning to feel old. Ok, old-er. Think about poor Weebs she's getting up there in cat years, next month she'll be twelve! I call her Grandma because she stretches a lot as she gets up.  She sure looks good for 65. (see cat calculator) I stopped by Sur La Table to check out the SALE ... scored me a new Le Creuset lasagna pan in eggplant (that's purple to ...

Celebrating 95 // Week 40

We're starting out on Wednesday this time. No more than a few days have passed since landing and I'm already on my way to the airport. This time to pick up my aunt from North Dahkoootah. I love going to the airport to pick up family. There is no better feeling than seeing some one you love, curbside, toes to the edge awaiting your arrival. Cue opening scene of Love Actually or the end, people dropping bags and running arms outreached tears streaming down their face. Ohhh man passs the Kleenex. Everyone is flying in for my grandmother, GiGi's 95th birthday on Sunday, including my mom (yey!) I take the day off to spend some time with my aunt. This is her and a I with her younger sister Laura. We head down to my favorite spot to take my out-of-towners, Crystal Cove. Its a small strip of beach, north of Laguna ...

Colorado // Week 39

So back up a couple weeks ago (I'm a wee bit behind) it was a Wednesday night, I was supposed to be finishing packing but as I took once last look through the ol' inbox, my eyes narrowed. RE: YOUR SCANS ARE HERE.  Tonight I got to see my very first set of scans from my new-to-me Mamiya 645AF (see week 37.)  I am pretty happy with them, although I think they could be a bit more in focus. Maybe its the film, maybe it the lens or maybe its my eyes and lack of correct dipotic lever use. It reminds me of 9th grade year, fumbling around in 5th period darkroom without any real guidance, giving it your best shot. Sometimes you win sometimes you're better just lighting a twenty on fire. A couple favorites. You can see all the scans on my photo site here. Back to the business of packing.  I am ...

who are you // Week 38

Driving home from dinner last night the song 'Who Are You' starts to play. me: "Ohhhh I love this song" him: "Ugh, that is THE worst song!' me: "No, its great, that synthesizer, beep boop boop... its an anthem" him: "No, 'My Generation' IS an anthem'" me: *shakes head (I own that move) him: "This is worse than 'Rocket Man'" (another song recently debated at casa modchik) I turn it up louder. me: "I'm sorry what did you say?" I serenade him the whole way home while entering my next existential crisis; Who am I? [videos file="http://youtu.be/PdLIerfXuZ4" width="640" height="480"] Admittedly I am having a bit of an identity crisis lately. I mean I know who I am on most days, that's easy, all I have to do is look around to find the answer. you're a homemaker, see laundry on the floor? you're a cook, see the dirty pans stacked in the sink? you're a mom, see that back to school reminder? you're a bookkeeper see all ...

I love film // week 37

Last week I talked about my newly rekindled love for film, roll film. I take Polaroids all the time, that's a given, but what I haven't explored is 120, medium format. How do I explain medium format to my non photog friends? It has to with with image sensors and size of the film. Basically boils down to bigger sensor = bigger image = more information = great details, especially when enlarging. Makes sense right? The larger the surface area the more 'good stuff' you can fit in a single image. 645 film (56 x 41.5mm) has 2.6 times the area of a full-frame 35mm (36 x 24mm.) I don't have a full frame 35 mm camera to compare it do but its on my list as well. I still shoot for fun with my Canon Rebel G. A lot of time I shoot and then put it away for ...

he’s a senior // week 36

Well the time is here, our last First Day of School photo for our oldest.  I didn't think it would be here so fast. I'm not going to write today about how I feel about this moment although I am reading plenty of other great pieces about what's next including Two words of advice for college freshman. Gee where have I heard those words before. (ahem..Tofino.) Synchronicity. What I will say is that my son, Super B is an amazing, warm, funny, confident, kind and thoughtful young man. There has been this lightyear of expansion between 11th and 12th grade. I could see it in his ID. In one hand a photo of a teen in the other a young man. He's so independent and self sufficient. All I basically do is feed, clothe, listen to and love him. Of course there's my diatribe on the dangers of gaming and eating while ...

Fresh Air // Week 35

Back to school shopping. I'm not doing it right. She has abandoned the uniform officially. Ugh. This is a battle I do not want to fight so I don't. I do however limit the amount of sparkle on clothes worn in lieu of polos and khakis. If you are a mom to a daughter between the ages of 6-9 then you know this fresh hell. Its not the bedazzled crop tops or the neon screened tees with ginormous puppies that bother me. I can somewhat tolerate the tween music with their screechy falsettos and angsty lyrics. What I can't stand is the smell, that noxious fume-y plastic-y smell. You know the one. I usually look at Super A with one raised eye brow and tell her "10 minutes, I'm serious." Little does she know I am probably sparing million of brain cells by limiting her exposure to offgasses. I let her pick one top, ...

Reentry // Week 34

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A much shorter version of the weekly recap coming right up.  You know those days following vacation where your body arrived but your mind took a later flight? That. As I cruised down the aisle of Costco I noticed lobster all neatly stacked next to the snow crab. Too soon? I had a dish last week in Gloucester that was basically lobster alfredo and Super A loved it so I thought hey lets recreate that. So I bought the lobster. Ta Dah. Made a basic bechamel sauce, added grated parmesan, fresh thyme, handful of chopped roma tomatoes and lobster meat. Served over a combo of (my new favorite) Rustichella d'Abruzzo's Trofie mixed with their Bucatini. I even boiled down the shells and saved the broth for a future risotto when the weather gets cooler.  So good. These bottles made me smile.  Recycling at its best. Someone posted that there only 13 more Fridays until Christmas? ...

Rockport // Week 33

A little back story about the trip I made this week, file it under things you didn't know about me. I was born in the late 60's, my dad a Naval officer based out of Newport, RI, my mom a school teacher born and raised in Plymouth, MA. When I was eight months old my mom became pregnant with my sister. By the time she was born we had moved  here, Duxbury, Massachusetts. My grandparents were always travelling on cruises brought us back the coolest stuff like colorful embroidered shirts and marionettes. My grandpa used to tape dimes in my birthday card, a dime for every year. I loved those heavy envelopes. My grandparents used to send us a hug box filled with individually wrapped gifts at Christmas time, he always spoiled us and it was glorious! He also started the tradition of US Bonds for our birthdays, something my dad continued ...