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Golden sunshine competing with seasonal allergies.
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More missed focus, but you can’t beat Lyte’s expression.
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I don’t like showing photographs I consider a failure. The missed focus, the weird coloring in the trees. I’m a perfectionist. This photo and those cherries share a sour taste, indeed.
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Today I realized it’s been about four and a half years – FOUR AND A HALF YEARS – since I’ve been able to call myself am actual, working photographer. Someone who is using their camera and regularly taking photographs. I’m so rusty it isn’t even funny – at this point I can’t tell what is…
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The high heat of summer is upon us. Alleyways, once open and bare during winter, crowd on either side with overabundant growth. Neighbors’ compost bins flood with persistently trailing gourd blooms, ivy spreads its clawing tendrils up every back gate, and cheerful blossoms wave friendly faces at each other from every corner. My sunflowers are…
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No matter how prepared I am to start again, blank walls create an unbelievably difficult hurtle for me. The act of drilling holes, finding screws, deciding where to hang what…I tell myself I’m ready, then the artwork finds itself stacked against the walls for months. I carry pieces from room to room. I consult my…
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I’m filled with gratitude that we once again get to live in an area that’s so pretty, whose mountains make my heart skip a beat every time I look at them, whose sky seems so rich and colorful. I missed this. We’re renting right now. The search for a house seems interminably long and every…
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Once upon a time, I gave birth to a baby. At the baby shower, I was given a small elephant lovey. It was pretty inconsequential – just a cheap animal clutching a blanket, made in a common print. It mostly lived in a small box of toys and never really drew the baby’s attention. THEN…
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Consume less, create more. If I keep any sort of New Year’s resolution in 2022, this one rings true to what I most crave. Consume less, create more. One could argue that in the last, almost-six years of parenthood (holy cannoli, has it been that long?) I’ve done plenty of creating. Four tousle-headed, mini me’s…
A Pattern of Words 