I am participating in Susannah Conway’s December Reflections 2016 photography and journaling challenge. A month of remembering and making space for 2017. Each day in December has a prompt to inspire a new photograph and journal entry. If you haven’t already, visit www.susannahconway.com for great online workshops and visual soul food.
When you wake up, walk through your house in search of light and find it dancing around and through the pink Christmas tree in your living room, a good day is upon you.
When the month began, I thought we would see the country usher in the first woman president. By month’s end, I was grieved to see so many examples of the cruelty of mankind. November has been a fever in a year hostage to the crackle and sizzle of a slow-burning fuse. Self care was vital. Each day seeking out that which gives me joy. Holding close those I love. Praying I made a positive impact somewhere, anywhere. Still, I am… Keep Reading
It’s (almost) the most wonderful time of the year. It is for me, at least. October means visits to my daughter at college and all the folly that comes with that. Approaching cold, falling leaves, trips to the orchard, sappy movies with winding narratives, food-food-food, gathering up the last of the harvest from the farms, planning about holiday meals, family visits, gifts — this is when I come up with the color scheme for the wrapping paper I’ll stencil or paint… Keep Reading
Massasoit statue perched overlooking Plymouth Rock and Cape Cod Bay at sunset today. Last year I stood looking up at this statue, for the first time, in awe and despair. I have this thing with iconography and symbols of history and religion — old church steeples, the American flag, and statues, to name a few. I’ve come to believe this is because as a black woman in America, I am simultaneously home and a castaway. There is so much beauty here;… Keep Reading
When the greatest challenge in your day is pulling silk from the kernels of corn you’ll transform into a vegetable sautee, it’s a damn fine day.
You are not good with math, a little funny, close to your weight goal, almost there, pretty when you smile, a work in progress, runner-up, sort of shy, procrastinating, just a girl, better when no one’s watching, the last one chosen, overthinking it, ambitious, average, a slow reader, just not his type, quiet at parties, too loud, emotional, lacking stamina, too dark, in need of some color, a little damaged enough.
Sometimes you cross paths with a personality that is as large as the moon. When I took the foto of these flowers, I had no idea how or if I’d use the picture, but it came to me yesterday after looking through my image gallery, I should give this foto to my dear friend Meg. She’s bright, glittery, and always the most interesting person in the room.
First official post for my #blackgirlinbeanboots foto-blog series. And my first time deliberately taking fotos at sunset of the setting sun. So, what do you find on the waterfront at dusk? A whole buncha fotographers (and one painter with canvas) training lens and tripod to the horizon. And there I was, three big flowers, six glitter letters to spell out the word autumn, and my little wristlet camera. Quickly, I’m arranging my shit, hoping something will inspire, nothing. I look… Keep Reading