This day. The first that really felt like the turning of a season. A long walk...lingering conversation, beautiful silence. And these kids in the water. Not even as a kid would I have gone in on this day. Not even on a dare. I don't like freezing cold water in the summer so getting into this in APRIL - never. But I can't deny a deep appreciation for their joyfulness & ability to frolic like it was July.
My husband was the first to spot this from a ways back. Given our times, I was prepared for just about anything - a political ad, a call to action, a #Metoo moment. The last thing I expected - an advertisement. A well done one as well and apparently one that he does fairly regularly in sand or snow. This realtor with a rake and a message.
When we first moved here from Seattle, I insisted on a water delivery service until we tested our tap and found it rated higher. But sadly, in the past few years, things have changed. It just doesn't look/taste the same. And so one of us (not me) did a little investigating and came across this hidden gem.
I was intrigued enough after my husband returned from his first visit and went with him the following week. What I wasn't prepared for were the artifacts - a VW Van with plastic flowers, the Jesus, Cross & Adirondack Chairs, the Altar with a rake and fire extinguisher....and then the springs themselves. And then there's the water. If you're in the area - - Pocahontas Mineral Springs in Lynnfield. Now...to connect with the owner for a portrait.
We arrive again in the frozen glaze of nature's looking glass.. And considering the chaos most of us processed and absorbed (and resisted), the ending of this year finds me feeling a bit worn.
2017 was a hell of a year in every way.
It was a year of making my voice heard; an endeavor which requires intent and effort- writing letters, making calls, going out with the crowds when it was cold and keeping up with legislation. I've learned that while living in a democracy in our times is hard work, it's worth every moment.
It was also year filled with another kind of work .... clients with stories to document and events - my other profession. When the two collided, it was a combination which led to difficult choices ... not being able to get to the gym or yoga or the zen center as often as I've grown accustomed to; letting go of blogging and newsletters and website updates and social media. Being ok with a cluttered house, a million projects on hold and apparently holiday cards which remain sitting on a table waiting for me to sent. There were many months spent literally at a computer from 6am to midnight (my husband will attest to that!)
I'll also admit that I've fallen a prey to mainlining news (a diet I don't recommend) as I simply haven't been able to shut it off (despite the moments i've been forced away were beautiful blessings) . But I see a need this year to trim it down. The whirling dervishes will whirl as they say and the toll it's taken on my psyche is noted.
Overall, I was left with an impression of last year as one of work and news and intermittent photography and was pleasantly surprised in looking through last years pictures to see a range of colors and shapes and faces and places. While I don't deny a need to step outside more frequently and consistently, there is proof I've actually been more than a few places.
And even though most of my time in many of those places was spent in a hotel room or convention center, there were a few stolen moments (and pictures) ... where I forgot about the the day and simply took it all in while taking pictures. Here is a sample of my year in review.
While I give my heart to every story, this one was a first - a Bar Mitzvah for the son of a Rabbi. While we’d planned to begin with a Home session, we ended up with Friday at the Synagogue, the Party and Sunday Brunch. And while I knew emotions would run high, I wasn’t prepared for the heartfelt joy that permeated every moment from his siblings, parents and family. While it may seem ordinary to document the moments leading to Shabbat, it is actually far from it - here in particular, with the Rabbi draping the Tallit over his son. In returning for Habdala and photographing in candlelight without flash, it was the beam of light that shone on the faces that formed a circle around the room. The transition to the Party was jublient and the fleeting imipressions of time as it sped by so quickly during the Party. And then there was the brunch held on a beautiful warm summer day; the light, the love, the color and relaxed exhaustion among family.
THE STORY IN A BOOK
A SELECTION OF PERSONAL FAVORITES
“Great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. ”
― Martha Graham
Imagine you’re about five months from a major move with three boys ranging from four to ten and a daughter with a Bat Mitzvah - one who’s danced in the Boston Ballet Nutcracker, has played the harp since she was a tiny girl not to mention her love of gentle bunny.
The meaning of "beatifiul chaos" is an understatement. And while there were more than one concern on documenting at their home let alone on the Friday before the ceremony, it was within those stolen moments at home, and in those at the Synagogue following that tell the story of a calm among the storm. The love that’s expressed in the most everyday of moments to stolen vignettes that felt near epic in their rendering.
While we began earlier in the week to document a Rehearsal (one in which the girl asked her Mom to wait outside), it was the Friday sessions - first at home, later at the Synagogue - when the true story surfaced: one of love, family, chaos and calm. We opted for portraits on Saturday afternoon at their new home and finished up on Saturday night with photography of an intimate and moving Habdala ceremony through the joyful Hora celebration. This is her story in 140 pictures over one hundred beautiful pages.
THE STORY IN A BOOK
A SELECTION OF PERSONAL FAVORITES
It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light. Aristotle OnassisRead More
A sea of love colored by pink hats and warm smiles. Despite the darkness on screen and the shadows many of us have felt these past months, we rose and came together in a bonded band of unity and unshakable love.Read More
Sitting. Meditation. Mindfulness. While these practices have become more mainstream, they are ones I've wanted to commit to more formally.Read More
Somehow as the years tick by, my birthday becomes more of reflection than of celebration. And this year was soberingRead More
I've been eager to offer a different kind of experience for the kids, immersing them into an introduction of art; one filled with nature and light, laughter and memory. And imprinting this as a picture.Read More
It's hard to know what lies ahead in a world that feels upside down and flooded in a shadow of murky waters except for the weight of the long uphill climb that we've arrived at.Read More
In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future. Alex HaleyRead More
“September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures.”
― Lea Malot
It's been four years since we've seen them and while a lot changes between age 7 and 11, not as much for us who are older (save a few pounds).Read More
Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young. The greatest thing in life is to keep your mind young. ~ Henry FordRead More
Any time I see an inquiry from my website, my heart skips I beat. Silly maybe, but I'm sincerely touched that there's a person out there in the world who took a moment to look through my work and felt moved enough to reach out.Read More
The future, like everything else, is not what it used to be. ~ Paul ValeryRead More
I had just come off of a rather stressful event project the first time I visited Maine and I will never forget the ride to there from Boston.Read More