It’s that time of year, we’re half way through summer, actually we are more than half way now aren’t we, our circadian rhythm in sync with the dog days of summer. Forgotten are the days of lunch packing, carpool, soccer practice, tutor circuit. I have to admit a part of me relishes the slower pace…
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Pumpkin Pie + Wedding Cake // Week 48
Epic week for me right here. One that can only be recapped in photos and not words because I am in the middle of editing last weekends wedding. While everyone was shopping for Thanksgiving staples like turkey, yams and cranberries I was poking fish. Buy the ones with the clearest eyes by the way. I…
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…
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…
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….
Polaroid *Roid Week* 2012
Roid Week finished up a couple weeks ago (it ran from August 13-17) after a full week of shooting, scanning, uploading and then finally drooling over each others “successes.” If you are a Polaroid shooter yourself then you know how illusive a good shot can be especially using some of the newer film coming out…
The Forgotten Roll
The overwhelming need to reduce the amount of stuff in my life has inspired me to clean out everything. For the past two weeks I have been migrating from room to room with 10 gallon trash bags slung over my shoulder. Nothing is safe. Broken clock that may or may not be repairable? Trash. Wrinkled…
