I don’t know that I’m ready to summarize this past year in words. I don’t know that I’ve quite found the right ones just yet, and to be honest, I’m not certain I ever will. So I’m going to do the best at can right this moment, and allow my photographs to speak for me. I have exponentially more favorites than I could ever share in one blog post, so here are a few of the ones that stood out to me – in no particular order (and not including any iPhone or instagram photos.)
It’s hard to believe that each one of these stories happened this year. Some feel as though they occurred ages ago, and others, still only just yesterday. But what I do know for sure is that every single person in these photographs – and so many more that aren’t pictured here – have completely and irrevocably changed my life for the better. I can’t believe that making these images – and countless others like them – is what I’ve been chosen to do with my life.
I cherish every last one of you who has helped me on this journey.
For stepping in front of my camera.
For cheering from the sidelines.
For your friendship.
For your trust.
Thank you for making 2013 the best. year. ever.
Cheers to an even more incredible 2014.
It’s usually easy for me to find words to accompany a blog post, but tonight I’m at a loss. I can’t seem to find the phrasing. The prose. The words that, when strung together perfectly, would accurately summarize my meeting Suzanne, our time together in Colorado, and the weekend I spent with her family in Ohio. They aren’t coming to me. I can tell you that Suzanne is an incredibly talented photographer and has a quiet happiness about her. That her husband Brant is a wonderful musician and has a perfect sense of humor. That their home is filled with magic. I can tell you about about their two children and the joy with which they embrace each day. And I can tell you that both of them, a mess of lovely hair and big eyes, greeted me with cautious welcome, excited curiosity and shy laughter.
Which was absolutely and wonderfully perfect beyond measure.
I was in Ohio for a wedding recently, so I spent a weekend with Suzanne, Brant, their beautiful family, and Suzanne and my dear friends Jenn + Dave Stark. The first morning I was there, I made some images of Suzanne and her beautiful children with my Mamiya film camera.
This is the kind of imagery I live for. Some are fuzzy and out of focus. Some frames didn’t advance properly. But I sort of love that about them. Because the imperfection is what makes it so wonderful. This is life. These are the moments that made me a photographer.
This is my why:
There are moments in my life where I suddenly feel as though I’m trapped inside American Beauty. Moments when I look outside my window and I’m caught breathless and forced to stop and see. In those moments I’m taken aback by all the beauty in the world – the beauty that is so often left unseen – and I marvel in it. I breathe it deep and close my eyes as it fills each cell with its magic.
In the next instant I blink my eyes back open, turn off my hazards, and drive back onto the road. My day resumes the tenor of casual nonchalance, the phone rings, and I’m snapped back into tedium. But on rare occasions, I find a way to hold on a little longer to the fleeting beauty that is everything in life.
When I’m really lucky, the stars align, a fog rolls in, and I find a camera loaded with film.
For my photographer friends and/or anyone else interested in film nerdery: The first set of images were taken on a Nikon F1 + 50mm at 1.4 using Fuji Superia 800. The second set of images were taken on a Mamiya C330 + 80mm using Kodak Tri-X 400 film, mostly at 2.8.