Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Volunteering for hurricane recovery in the Rockaways was so surreal. After I moved from Shrimp Country, I just didn't think I'd be experiencing devastation like this again. The day filled me with sadness, admiration for the families who were rebuilding, and nostalgia for Shrimp Country. It was and remains an honor to be present to families who have lost so much and accompany them as they begin to rebuild.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
We call rolls "yeast rolls" in my family. As opposed to? Baking powder biscuits? But those are biscuits, not rolls. Are all rolls yeast rolls?
What are the things that are unique to your family that you've always taken for granted? Have you ever found yourself in the disconcerting position of being caught in an oddity that you thought was common to every family or region? I'll never forget how flustered I got having to explain Philadelphia-style "wooder ice" to confused New Englanders. Then there was the time I told a friend with the flu, "It's too bad you're not at home, where your mom could make you Jello," only to find out he had never heard of eating Jello when sick - a treasured ritual in our family. Puzzling!
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Bringing these exploding seed pods into my living room was one of the most fascinating things I've ever done. I bought them for myself, along with some zinnias, to celebrate my birthday.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
In each of these photos except the last, the composition is divided sharply and clearly into broad areas. There is a division between foreground and background, between interior and exterior, and between smooth and dappled textures. The photos were taken in the woods surrounding the Auriesville Shrine, the site where three French Jesuits were martyred in a Mohawk village. The stories and scenes that surrounded the shrine seemed to be divided sharply, too; between French and and Mohawk, Huron and English; between Christian and non-Christian; between insider and outsider; between prisoner and captor. One from the Other.
In the last picture, in the end, the Light pierces and seeps into all.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
I did it, I did it! I conquered my well-documented fear of riding my bike on actual streets in the Terrifying City of Barreling Vehicles of Noise and Death! (Okay, I exaggerate!)
Read more about the adventure here:
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
It always happens this time of year: the dreaded September Slump. I've finally realised that it always happens at this time of year, and now that I know that, it seems less daunting. I'm looking forward to October. And for now, I'll leave you with a flower.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
I love this picture because, though it doesn't show the entire church, the composition highlights the church and portrays it as an actor, not a setting. The church has a strong, almost lifelike presence. The church is somewhat of a beloved legend in this community and I've certainly felt it as something alive in the short time I've "known" it, even though it's been undergoing interior renovations and I've never attended a Mass or service inside. During this time, it is no less present and no less alive.