Almost exactly a year ago Meg was featured on my blog sporting the most vivid pink hair. She’s back, a senior and one of my senior picture clients.
Her hair is much tamer now, but she is still an incredible subject to work with – she brings her creativity and energy to the shoot in copious amounts. (more…)
Thanksgiving is simply one of the best holidays – no pressure to buy gifts, surrounded by family and exceptional food, a lazy day ( unless you are without a dishwasher), a day to take a walk, a day to reflect on being thankful.
Two very good friends – Phil and Trina had their first child three weeks ago – and have no doubt what they are thankful for today! I spent part of yesterday hanging out with them and shooting photographs of newborn Tiana. (more…)
Devyn is a neighbor. She’s also a good friend, a dog walker when I need one, my sounding board for ideas for classes … generally just a fabulous person who I consider another daughter.
There was no question of who would do her senior pictures, only when I would photograph her. (more…)
Loveliest time of the year, hands down. Warm days and cool nights mean morning fog especially near the water.
Growing up in West Virginia, I remember lots of fog, but it wasn’t about the water temperatures, it was about the heat being trapped in the valleys. The hills and valleys – miss them but not the copperheads, water moccasins and rattlers! (more…)
So I met Kacey at a wedding this summer. I was shooting, she was busy but I mentioned I’d love to do a photo shoot with her sometime, was she interested.
She looked kind of skeptical but took my card – I told her to email me if she decided to model. A few days later she replied that she thought it would be fun – and we spent the next few months trying to coordinate schedules. It was worth the wait! This girl is a natural model and we found a perfect location for her personality and mine. (more…)
Slush, sleet and freezing rain have always struck me much like a porcupine – pretty useless in the greater scheme of things. Porcupines eat the bark off trees – adding to the tree’s demise rather quickly.
Slush takes winter’s beauty and does a number on it, rendering a winter wonderland into a sloppy mess. Too heavy to shovel, it still grabs your car tires and sends the car places it didn’t want to go. (more…)
It’s like an old fashioned New England winter! A blizzard a week ago dropped 2 plus feet and today the 4 inches of new snow are being piled into 18 inch drifts as the wind howls and howls. It’s kinda nice!
So there’s this photographer – Jackson Carson – in Colorado. I’ve never met him but one of my co-teachers, Hannah Pasquale is the connection. She suggested I check out his work ( you can do the same at www.JxnPx.com ). He does these remarkable detail and closeups – transforming the everyday into abstractions that befuddle the imagination. (more…)
I’m no student of meteorology, but it seems to me that because of the influence of the ocean it’s impossible to predict the severity of the winter storms that hit the area. The weather folks issue warnings, alerts, talk about accumulations in feet instead of inches. Really it’s all a big crap shoot.
So tonight they’re talking about 1 to 2 feet of snow, schools have already cancelled, the grocery stores are packed like it’s the end of the world. There are lines at the gas stations, everyone is prepping their generators – OK, I’ll admit I’ll probably dig out the camp stove just in case, it’s the best I can do … no generator to get ready. (more…)
One of the huge benefits to working in a school is access to what seems like a never-ending supply of beautiful people to photograph. Couple that with the fact that one of the classes I teach is photography and the opens up a ton of options for subjects.
I was thinking about having the class do a project on photographing people with window light and figured a few examples would go further than just talking about it, so I asked Ashlee ( who was sporting a new hairdo that day) if I could photograph her. (more…)
My parents are buried in a small rundown cemetery on the top of a hill in Wheeling, West Virginia. It’s not far from where I grew up, but it isn’t exactly around the corner from New hampshire, so I don’t get back there a lot.
When I do, there are two things that always happen – I have long tearful conversations with them, take stock of where I’ve been, where I’m at and where I’m heading. I suspect a therapist would have a field day if these conversations were recorded … thankfully they stay at the cemetery. (more…)