new work.

Lots of new beginnings. New fotos, new website, and an airplane ticket back east. It feels all these ideas, dreams, and possibilities are being woven; Just say YES. Here's what I love about my digital camera. I love being able to see what I get,
and I love being able to move into photoshop and begin the creative process, and develop the mood of an image, and
then print or post it. There is always the beginning aniticpation or question of the blank canvas, a digital card, a computer screen. Still I do miss the magic of the darkroom, maybe it's the smell of Dektol and getting lost for hours to make one picture...but it can still happen and of late 2 am comes too soon, and I feel a similiar satisfaction after making something I love.

This was the monday after the wedding of B&K before they left on their honeymoon. We dressed up again, and did some classic studio shots. My dad, Running, helped me set the lights while I did makeup and hair; there is just something about
an empty space that is imediately full with the pressence of the subject. It still startles me; is it the negative space around the
person that frames them? or is it a way for that "je no se que" to miraculously unfold and present itself to you? Would it happen even if you didn't have a camera-sometime people think I am distracted, but I am such a visualist, that I want to take in everything, and everything has potential....and it's like getting a surprize, you never know when it will come... I was so happy with these.

It reminded me of a poem from one of my fellow travelers down the Colorado River sent me and it arrived the day of the wedding. His friend who is fighting cancer was going to sing this; I was so moved by it, this There are no coinscidences...

It Happens All the Time In Heaven by Hafiz

It happens all the time in Heaven
And some day
It will begin to happen
Again on Earth.
That men and women who are married,
and men and men who are lovers
And women and women
Who give each other LIght,
Often will get down on their knees
and while so tenderly
Holding their love's hand,
With tears in their eyes,
Will sincerely speak, saying,
"My dear, how can I be more loving to you:
How can I be more kind?"

Whether it's stepping across the river of life, falling in love, getting married, coming of age, or preparing to leave this world, I felt such feeling from this poem, and I feel it is akin to my work as a trained observer....Seeing is another way of loving. I love celebrating and bearing witness to these times in our lives. It is the greatest joy of my work as a photographer.Saying, as Sam Abel put, "Yes, Stay this moment, you are so fair."