remains of the day... piles of government files lay on the sites where buildings once stood. Faces peek out from here and there, barely visible among the dust. Reminders of the earthquake and its toll
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Remains of the day, Nepal
remains of the day... piles of government files lay on the sites where buildings once stood. Faces peek out from here and there, barely visible among the dust. Reminders of the earthquake and its toll
Monday, January 1, 2018
Monday, December 18, 2017
December family self portrait, blue
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The family self portrait project started in January 2011.
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own
also,
Every family should do this. It's an amazing record of the little things that matter
To see previous months click on the links below:
2017
2016
January - Jonas
2015
December- When in Rome...
November - Quogue
June- The market
March- Thank you
February - Forged
January- A new beginning
2014
November- Bubble
October - Monster Mash
July- A farm house in Tarifa
June- Greco & me
May- Time slipping
April- OPUS 40
February- Cocooned
January - Liquid Shadows
2013
2015
December- When in Rome...
November - Quogue
June- The market
March- Thank you
February - Forged
January- A new beginning
2014
November- Bubble
October - Monster Mash
July- A farm house in Tarifa
June- Greco & me
May- Time slipping
April- OPUS 40
February- Cocooned
January - Liquid Shadows
2013
2012
August - waiting for Irene, yeah, the hurricane
Monday, December 11, 2017
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
like an undecided wave, the Transitions Series
The transitions series is all about the middle years. when they are neither children nor grown ups.
There are so many elements in this photo that speak to this period: the cast-over skies; the sense of of being a lone castaway undergoing a transition that no one has ever undergone before and no one could possibly understand; an unclear dividing line between what is and the unknown, the "what will be" that is yet to be determined, that line between child and adult that keeps moving back and forth like an undecided waves.
Click here to see more photos from the Transitions series
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Monday, November 20, 2017
elongated bodies, transitions series
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Time is transforming my child. It is stretching his limbs as much as his mind.
He slowly morphs into an entirely new beast right before my eyes...
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