Thursday, December 29, 2011

I Remember Building Love

This image is a throwback to the early days of my relationship with my partner. We committed to a lifetime of partnership a couple of weeks ago, and in this new place there is a lot of space for looking ahead as a couple. I wanted to honor our past in this post because how we got where we are now is as important as all the planning, dreaming, and continued love ahead of us.

In gratitude,

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

December Blossoms

December 11, 2011
Boston Public Garden

I am leading winter photography workshops through the City of Boston's Park and Recreation Department.  The first of five workshops was held Sunday morning on the bridge in the Public Garden.  I positioned myself in the sun, hoping to keep warm while outside for two hours. 

I noticed these cherry blossoms from where I set up, and kept turning back to them as my toes got more and more numb. I was enchanted by these mid-December blossoms, as were many of the workshop participants as is evident from their photos. Our theme was color and as people came back to the bridge to share their work I saw their renderings of orange berries, white roses, leaves in shades varying from green to brown, and other pops of color in nature I never expected to see during a Boston December. It was a pleasant surprise that I think it warmed us up a tad.

Upcoming workshops
Sundays 10am- noon
December 18 at Jamaica Pond Boathouse, Jamaica Plain
January 8 at Christopher Columbus Trellis, North End
January 22 at Back Bay Fens Kelleher Rose Garden, Back Bay
February 5 at Millennium Park Canoe Launch, West Roxbury

All are welcome. These events are free and open to people of all ages and skill levels with any camera.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Berrys in France, a photo book

My family lived in Paris, France for 4 years. I visited a few times before finally moving there for almost 6 months in 2008.  This is a Shutterfly photo book I made last Christmas for my parents, which includes images from our adventures in France.


Thursday, December 8, 2011

I hear my train a comin'

My first studio space. I come here to make art and to be my true self. I see and feel the materials move from loose beads to wearable art and I envision what blank paper can become as I meticulously fill it with dots and lines of vibrant color (more on this series later). 

My visual senses are not alone, as my olfactory sense is often satisfied by the work of the artist in the adjacent studio who makes soap and candles.

Sometimes I work without music because there are train tracks right outside my window. My own rhythm is is accompanied by a rumble and the rhythm of  wheels clacking over sleepers and screeching against rails.  The commuter and cargo trains often remind me to stop and look, to give thanks for nearby travelers, to honor that food and goods must come from somewhere, to remember that I am on a journey.