Back in The Darkroom

July 21, 2014

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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.

Moogfest, From Behind

April 28, 2014

Lots of electronic music was happening this weekend in downtown Asheville. Some of it was straight up nerdy, but a lot of it was pretty cool. I especially enjoyed the people watching.

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Photos I Like

March 13, 2014

Yesterday it was 65 degrees, today it’s 45 with a whisper of snow on the ground. I took these photos at the end of summer last year, right around the time when you begin to feel a faint whiff of fall in the air.

I’m ready for Spring. There’s nothing quite like it in the South.

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Celebration is Contagious

January 30, 2014

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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.

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A Week in Photos: August 26th

September 3, 2013

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I stopped by my friend Melissa’s pottery studio last Thursday. I love being in and taking pictures of other people’s creative worlds.

I've started cooking out of the Jerusalem cookbook pretty regularly. This meal was turkey zucchini burgers topped with a sumac greek yogurt sauce, along with a side of swiss chard from the garden with tahini yogurt sauce and buttery pine nuts. We're eating quite well these days.

I’ve started cooking out of the Jerusalem cookbook pretty regularly. This meal was turkey zucchini burgers topped with a sumac greek yogurt sauce, along with a side of swiss chard from the garden with tahini yogurt sauce and buttery pine nuts. We’re eating quite well these days.

Then one afternoon I cooked tacos with a friend at the farmers market. I could eat tacos every single day. And sometimes I do.

Then one afternoon I cooked tacos with a friend at the farmers market. I could eat tacos every single day. And sometimes I do.

Then two of my favorite people in the whole world came to visit. We played scrabble and feasted and laughed and I got my haircut. Pretty much what we always do when we're together. I hope that never changes.

Then two of my favorite people in the whole world came to visit. We played scrabble and feasted and laughed and I got my haircut. Pretty much what we always do when we’re together. I hope that never changes.

There were a few dinner parties this weekend as well. On Friday night the dessert was roasted peaches drizzled with orange sauce and a bit of vanilla ice cream. It's my new favorite, perhaps because a perfectly ripe peach is one of life's greatest pleasures.

There were a few dinner parties this weekend as well. On Friday night the dessert was roasted peaches drizzled with orange sauce and a bit of vanilla ice cream. It’s my new favorite, perhaps because a perfectly ripe peach is one of life’s greatest pleasures.

The view from Sunday's dinner party. It made for quite sensational weather watching.

The view from Sunday’s dinner party. It made for quite sensational weather watching.