Monday, March 9, 2009

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


Last semester I took my first class in color photography. After three courses in black and white, the switch to color made my head spin a little. I definitely have room to improve on color correction! I feel about color correcting the same way I feel when I sit down at a piano and hit a single note and begin tapping out a classic melody relative to that one note. It sounds great! But then I can make that song happen at any number of points on the keyboard...where is it real?

Kai and her mother in New York City.

A grandfather's crystal collection.

New York

These are my first attempts at color. blogger is making them look quite faded...

Dad's laundry

Elmo in front of Kmart.

Cows and intruder(me).

Grandfather. Our school's scanner went nuts at the end of the semester so we had to resort to using the flatbed..

Chakana meditating.

Kai hottubbing at night.

David, footies, fireplace, and cat.

Lawrence on the porch.

These were all taken with a TLR. I am not a native Virginian, but am beginning to feel like one. These photos were my attempt at seeing Virginia as home.

Monday, March 2, 2009


My mom and grandma like keeping tomatoes on the windowsill in the kitchen. It helps them ripen...?

Aaaand last night it snowed! Finally.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Though 'The Love Song of J. Robert Oppenheimer' did more to feed dialogue on ethics than enhance the atmosphere of love, it was still a treat to sit and think with a sweetie. The main event of the day was homemade tempura!

We fried mushrooms, carrots, sweet potato and scallops in a perilous pot of seething sesame oil.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009


Most prefer to drive around the Barracks area, but then you miss stuff like this: pavement that glows like something precious. Yum.

Monday, January 19, 2009


I puzzled over what to name this photo blog for quite a while. What I decided on is what is written on Untitled (photoback #14) from Tammy Rae Carland's Photoback project. The ghostly reversal of the image shows faintly through the back of the print, and you can make out a woman with her head turned away from the camera, watching a child. I want to take photos when the photo-op has ended and everyone around me has stopped looking, and is no longer aware of being looked at. I want to be acutely aware of seeing when my surroundings are not expecting to be seen anymore.

Frozen hillside, PA