mix of things

These are pictures from the past week or two, though maybe just one week.

I was shooting the 45 this evening and composed an image on the ground glass similar to this. But, I only have black and white loaded, so what I saw, the rainy green and those shining primaries just won't show up. Maybe I'll be surprised, but I think I need to keep the color film on hand.
I'm teaching a photo class at school. I took some pictures of the kids shooting, but I don't think I can share those, so here is a pano of the classroom before I started tearing it apart:



harvest from a couple weeks ago, the carrots are growing...
aaaahhhhhhhhhhh........
okay, so the light on this was amazing, and I was driving and this is a snapshot, but trust me, it was amazing.
HEY, HOW ABOUT THESE ONES?!!
I bought three pairs of kakhis and no shorts, such is my style, more towards the fall and winter side of life.
I am not a crafty, but I am starting to know the fabric store inside and out. It's only fair, if I get help pants shopping.




We went to a party at Alex's house in celebration of his upcoming wedding. It was at his parent's house in Deerfield. Mostly it was his parent's friends, but we got to meet Erin(fiance) and Chris and Jen who I hadn't seen for years. This is papa Pennock and Erin.
Erin and Jen
Chris(a little) architecture and Jen's hand and eye
Alex's mom made a short speech and cried a little. I'm not an event photographer, so I snapped this picture from behind. I like the comforting gesture in motion
There they are!!

Bingo!
The Party
So many wasps!!
what a garden
Why so glum, Jen?

harvest from last week. the carrots are bigger yet
I'm reading Geoff Dyer, "The Ongoing Moment." He looks at famous pictures and how they repeat and echo through the history of photogrphy. One subject that he finds in Walker Evans, Dorothea Lange and Robert Frank. My shot, timely considering the price.
Tiffany is either not pleased with "The Parrots of Telegraph Hill," or the distance to the nearest mailbox, or the fact of me taking a picture. I liked the red shoes and the netflix envelope.
I forgot my mother's birthday yesterday.
When I realized, I felt guilty and looked at the floor.

trip to new york

Last weekend Tiffany and I went to New York. We stayed at her sister Tiara's house. This is Tiara's spare bedroom and woefully neglected guitar
And her woefully fat cat
nice expression, honey
Tiara has to tie her shoe
I've seen this picture before. I thought of Leah when I saw it
This is New York to me
Athea looks good in above-ground train
hot day, cold fish
hot dogs
We stopped at the Renegade Craft Fair. This is about how engaged I felt.
This was the best part of the craft fair
The best part for Tiffany was this gifted necklace and radish. People are so giving
We stopped at the Brooklyn Brewery where Tiara works on the weekends. These are the montessori phonetic vowel sounds:
a as in map
e as in bed
i as in tip
o as in mop
u as in mud
tiffany was given this necklace from a blog buddy at the craft fair. Eventually I'll add a link.
Tiara and Athea at the Thai restaurant
cool boots on the subway
traffic
my feelings about traffic

a repost look at context

I wrote a post last week that got me in a bit of trouble. I was frustrated by the mess in the house and took it out in picture form. And, like Tom Young has said, content is altered by context. In this case, the context of my biting titles and text. So here's the same pictures without any blame attached:

breakfast
big mess
teddy takes catches some zees
teddy, clean our room, please
fan to move the air
i wish this stuff wasn't there
shelf to help oragnize our junk
example of said junk
more stuff
By the way, the house is slowly coming together since this shoot. To say we have little time together is an understatement. Last night I got home at quarter to twelve. Tiffany was already in bed. Then she left this morning. I have vague memories every day of her leaving around 6:45 or some hour. A good part of the week all we have is glimpses of one another. In my mind part of the mess is reminders of ourselves to one another. Though, I'm trying to make the clean dishes in the dish drain a reminder for her in the evenings. I think there is a photo project in all this. I'll get to it soon-day.

birthday party

I still haven't figured out the order that the pictures load into blogger, so bear with me if the narration doesn't flow. This Saturday was my Grandmother's 98th birthday. We had a party at the old-people's residence. Tiffany, Mom, Sister Sara, Brother Mat and Is were there. A note of pride: she lives in her own room with toilet, refrigerator and stove. Not that she cooks, but she's still on her own in a way.
98!
2 cute for words
We stopped at the farmer's market on the way.
Saturday morning leotard fitting.
Annie Hasset played for us at the party
This guy freakin' loves "Pink Cadillac"
Get you're boogy on at the old-folks home
My grandma likes to give you wet kisses right on the mouth
zombie niece
I had a dream last night that I was taking a bunch of very important pictures. I can't remember what of, but the intention was to print out the photographs. Then, as I came to the end of the dream, I realized I was still shooting low-res jpgs, which is true. Maybe it mean I need a 2gig card...

friday with leah

Leah asked me to help bring her show back from the VCP in Brattleboro. This is her with the wall of polaroids at the Insight Photography Project.
Student art
Back in Greenfield; I volunteered her for a few months.
What is he building in there?
This is how Leah feels about gas prices. Kind of enigmatic...
Genevieve's show at Insight
Someone's nice dog
Packing the pictures
What a view!
Write on me, please!
Tiffany buying patterns on sale
ladder at leah's
Ellen working
stained glass at mesa verde

a night out with co-workers

at home

Half beard from the other night.
Don't tell anyone I shaved.

I read a chapter in John Banville's Ghosts this morning and got to thinking about my own thoughts about death. One of the characters just walked across the dunes to the ocean and fell on his face. It's got to be the best death scene I've ever read in a book. I think these pictures are also about narrating death. Still a little incomplete. Check out the whole series: link