Greenland : Qeqertarsuaq Part I
Mother Greenland.
Yes, she is Mother. Ancient, wise, cold but not distant. She provides everything that people need. One just needs to look where to find it. Food, shelter, water. Spiritual calm. Her lessons are ones gained by experience passed from mother to daughter, father to son, and also alone. Sometimes taught harshly. Everyone who calls her home knows one of the most important lessons that all peoples of the Arctic know well…in order to survive, very few make it completely alone. Community is how you find abundance and survive.
They’re As Stinky As They Are Cute
The wood beneath us creaked and heaved like a boat on rolling seas, slowly at first, as twelve dogs pulled the sled on which we were perched. The rocking was the only tactile sensation I had until we started to gain speed, that was when the wind stung my face. It was remarkable how powerful the dogs were, though I know from experience that even my twenty three pound pup at the peak of her strength could pull me off of my feet. However, this was raw and wild power.
Face to Face: Part II
My first workshop that I have attended, and the first time I am making a push outside of my boundaries and approaching strangers for their portrait. Am I able to do this? There’s only one way to find out how this story goes.
Face to Face: Part 1
Taking portraits of strangers is not something that I normally do not do. Not that anyone would know it from a casual interaction, but I am an introvert. However I am fascinated by people and their stories. This is Part I of my big leap, delving into an exploration of street portraiture and becoming comfortable with being face to face and developing a connection with strangers. Part II will be after spending time in NYC with the masterful and talented Gabrielle Motola during her October workshop “Making Portraits of Strangers - Fear, Confidence and Mastery”.
Tséyiʼ
It’s a place of opposites. Extreme poverty, but also one of the most beautiful places on Earth. It’s a thirsty land shaped by sun, water and wind, much like the people who call this place home. It’s name is Tséyi’, “canyon” in Diné. But we call it Canyon de Chelly National Monument.
Neon: Dover
Cinestill and I almost broke up, but that’s probably because I was not listening to her needs or my expectations were too much.
Neon: Fargo
Shooting Cinestill for the first time is like awkward teenage love, full of drama.
![[Reverse scrub] Demonstration at the National Mall](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e932b16d7965f2e57c7a14b/1642962576279-7ZTAA4D1P88XCPBGOVXH/wbCapitolbuilding3+copy.jpg)
[Reverse scrub] Demonstration at the National Mall
Demonstrations in the nation’s capitol six months apart, one violent, another one peaceful.
Go West, Middle Aged Man
My second time driving to the west, wild horses, Old Faithful is boring and visiting the protest grounds of Standing Rock five years after the frey.
Three Days of Corn
The first third of a 7,400 mile road trip. A lot of rain, and wondering if we’d run across Blinky the Three Eyed Fish.
Where have I been and where I am going?
It’s not my job to be as confused as Nigel. No one knows who I am or what I am doing, but now is your chance to find out. Striking a work life balance, a 7,000 mile road trip, a book tour and enough film to be considered criminal possession with intent to distribute.
Ospreys, and Hope.
Seeing the familiar in a different way, personal human connection, love, observing people stepping out into a different world than the one before pandemic, and the conscious decision to observe and leave the camera behind.
Sun-Dogs, Social Distance Hiking and Porter Sees Elder-things In the Wood
I went for a social distance hike with a friend, saw a weather phenomenon called a “sun-dog”, and the value of knowing when to put the camera down and to be mindful of your surroundings and who you are with.
Failure at Devil's Den
Sometimes a plan doesn’t come together. However, it is still an invaluable experience, giving you insight and the motivation to try again.