July 21, 2014
The other day I found myself at The Asheville Darkroom printing pictures. This is my first print in a little over 15 years, a photo taken last summer in New York.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of being back in the darkroom, of re-learning things I once knew like the back of my hand. Everything is vaguely familiar; the test strips, the smell of the chemicals, the sound of the timer. The quiet. I was fourteen when I took my first photography class, now I’m thirty-five. But being in there, under the haze of red light, feels like not much has really changed. I’m so glad to be back.
April 28, 2014
March 13, 2014
January 30, 2014
This was the last picture taken at a wedding I shot back in December, a few weeks before Christmas. It was a little past 8pm when we left, Drew and I had been shooting photos since 11am that morning, dodging through icy, bone chilling rain that poured down relentlessly for hours, thankfully letting up in the early afternoon. As the party continued on we said our goodbyes, packed up our gear, walked out to the car buzzing with adrenaline and exhaustion, when we turned around and saw this. There’s something about this picture. I can’t exactly put my finger on what it is, but it feels like the perfect end of a story, the last page of a really good book.
It’s a pretty special thing shooting weddings. To be a casual on-looker, a complete stranger really, trying to figure out who belongs to which family, who’s friends with whom – is that her grandma, is that his cousin, her sister, stepmom, friend? – all the while attempting to be a ninja with my camera so as not to intrude on the moment. I take very seriously the task of creating memories, those sincere moments between people that don’t happen everyday, that only happen on this day, memories that will last far into the future.
Without fail, by the end of the night, I feel transformed. Like I was a real part of the day, not the fly-on-the-wall I started out as. There’s always a moment near the end where I want to put down my camera, grab a piece of cake, a glass of champagne and hit the dance floor. Celebration is contagious. But I like my role as the casual observer, to be able to slip quietly away into the frigid december night, looking out at the cabin all lit up, listening to the faint echoes of music, people laughing, dancing. Savoring the end of a really great night. I pretty much dig it.
September 3, 2013
Last week I took some photos behind-the-scenes at All Souls Pizza, where I work. I’m trying to take as many photos as possible of the things I’m interested in, and people making food is definitely at the top of the list.
Drew and I went on a walk through Hominy Creek the other day. We recently found out about this place, it’s about a mile or so from our house, right in the middle of the neighborhood. It feels like The Secret Garden when you’re in there.
August 27, 2013
Last week I stumbled across this photo I took quite a few years ago in Duluth, MN. I remember it was negative 14 degrees and I did a family photo shoot right there on those rocks. The pictures actually turned out amazing, partly because it was so flipping cold there was no time to over think anything and I couldn’t feel my fingers. Only in Minnesota, I tell ya.
Breakfast for dinner, my favorite meal. The key to this frittata lies in the pre-roasting of the potatoes, making them crunchy and slightly charred. Then you sprinkle green onions and some feta, pour eggs on top and bake. No bells, no whistles. It’s just straight up and good.
I stopped by my friend Melissa’s pottery studio last Thursday. I love being in and taking pictures of other people’s creative worlds.