when you catch me wide awake

time and all you took

time and all you gave.

old film.

rooftop, lower east side.

I've finally bought a film scanner and have been scanning some rolls of film from the last year.

Expect more soon.

memorial day wedding

From a wedding I shot over Memorial Day weekend.

rocket man.

blurry obscurity.

The window is open
And moths are clinging to the screen
Somewhere there is sleep
There is hunger
There are lovers
And poets crying themselves to dreams.
Somewhere there are wheels
And skin
And the ability to speak.
To you
To me
Your lines are blurring
As you drift farther away
From me
God speed
Dear friend.

I run my hands around the edges
and feel
hazy
blue
mountains fading into memory

I can’t seem
To shake
This blurry vision
These blurry words
Those blurry lines
And I can’t seem
To close
These heavy eyes.

grooming.

blind photographers.

What blindnesses do the sighted suffer?

this is amazing.

cherry blossoms from springtime

...

hello again my friend

Many apologies for my time away.. It seems that my life has been broken up into three months chunks of uprooting, readjusting, settling, uprooting and on and on. The blog is the one thing that is most easily neglected and maybe the most obvious reflection of these three month stages that have guided to me to where I am. I'll continue to do my best to share regularly after this. I am currently back in southeastern Ohio; this chunk of time still feels quite transitional but at last i find myself feeling some sense of roots and home, even just a hint. I've been reflecting deeply on this last year and feel as though i've been led exactly where i need to be, and that i'm on my right path. I've dove back into the world of academia and am currently completely swamped with constant work- i'd like to reflect many more thoughts soon. For now, I'll just say that life is so beautiful and I wake up every day amazed and overwhelmingly thankful. My eyes feel bright and my heart is so full of hope for what is to come.

ps. I'm currently living in an old cabin in the woods, and my wonderful father came down to southern ohio to help me move after vermont... you can't see the cabin from the road, but he saw the blue van in the last photograph across the road when we pulled in and said "oh god, you're living in a van down by the river. well... could be worse." ha.

andrew c.

native vermont pancake eater.

winter, fading.

So here I lay, in the snow covered hills
nake and pale
I whisper to you of my love you do not see,
with such delicate a breath
the sound may not reach your ears
until you are an old man
withered and grey
Because then you will see all that I was
and gently, all that I was not.



*****

I'm starting to wrap up my time in Vermont- just three more days left. I'm ready, for ohio, for spring, for loved ones... Winter is starting to break here and spring is creeping its way in, but a few small snow flurries here today reminded me that it's not quite spring yet, and I'm still here. so be here. I'm starting to sort it all out- the photographs I've taken, the things I've written, the things I've learned, the things I've felt... So I think the next few posts are going to be catching up on some of the work that I've done in my time here and lessons learned. I'm not sure why sometimes I really love to post little personal writings with open-ended-pictures-without-people... I hope it's not too annoying or dull, and I'll try to post some more pictures with people in them. I swear I take them often.

lawrence jones, 1800's military band man

spring heart.

Driving up winding roads, hard dirt, deep ruts.
"Mud season" is on its way (so they say)
Fields covered in snow, cradled by these mountains,
dance and tangle with the sunflower fields in my mind.
A tender spring heart waits inside this pale winter flesh, ever patient.

I dreamt of a woman; her old oak soul, her sapling heart.
Gentle footsteps caressed the hills, and her breath,
a traveler's wind, moaning through the twisted roads;
As twilight's inky murk bleeds, so too her black hair grows long
into the shadows of crooked trees.



field notes: I was driving home the other evening and i heard these birds clamoring wildly from a field... as winter is just finally starting to melt here, I've been hearing a bird here and there, but hearing this really made my heart leap.. spring is just waiting at the door.

pieces of inspiration

These are a few things that I've come across recently that I thought I would share.

stunning, haunting beauty... by Vincent Moon:

The Escape (Chinese Requiem) from vincent moon / temporary areas on Vimeo.
(This one is reposted from Peter McCollough www.petermccollough.com/blog)

A newly rediscovered film of Bas Jan Ader:

also:

hiding in the stairwell

Town meetings have been the big news happenings here recently- I never knew about this classic form of local government that still happens here in parts of New England until I started the internship. Interesting stuff. I'm going to share more pictures later but for now I just wanted to put up a few pictures of these girls.. even though I only photographed them for a couple of minutes, they really made me laugh and made being at a budget meeting so much more bearable- they are really sweet and awkward 8th grader who are best buds- they were forced to go to the meeting to sell snacks in order to raise funds for the 8th grade trip so instead of working they sat in the hallway and giggled loudly about boys outside the window. They were wearing almost identical outfits, and even their names rhyme; Chelsea and Kelsey. I love awkward young teenagers. maybe I should do a documentary on the awkward years? Blending in would probably be no problem.. I mean after all, I still get asked while photographing high school events what grade I'm in.