Homecoming weekend! Tailgating, s’mores making, theater performances, live chess match, cider pressing, and barely time to sleep. Of course no visit to see your kid is complete without the obligatory pose in the quadrangle for photographs in the cold rain.
Water always calls to me. The solitude. The romance. The constant churning of earth beneath the tide. Every important thing in my life is, or has been, a characteristic of the sea: my daughter, a small sea bird; my brothers, bright sturdy boats; my father, a lighthouse; my mother, a mooring; my lover, a fisherman; and myself a mermaid. These roles shift over time, but unlike the shoreline they never erode. These are the people who anchor me.
You are shopping for a hat for your boyfriend because it will be cold soon and his favorite one is threadbare. You are shopping for a hat for him when you find yourself standing in front of a display shelf staring down two options: a loosely-woven beanie in black or in beige. Your instinct is to grab the sleek, elegant black hat, but you know he enjoys evening and early mornings walks when the light is best for photographing the… 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
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
Happy first day of autumn!
When he walks inside after his early morning walk with bright fallen leaves spilling over his hand because he knows how much you love autumn, you steep English Breakfast and listen to the music of horns signaling lobster boats in the distance.