Written this morning to a friend – on another rain day – while countless thousands of drops fell and puddled over breakfast. There is something about the rain that makes it easy to prattle to you, something about the steady, falling drips that lead me to stillness and contemplation – a pause from a quiet […]
It is no great secret that I am a lover of many beautiful souls. People often peg me as a giver – calling me too many nice things, like kind, or generous, and open with myself and my things and my dogs and my kitchen – and it could be true, but if it is […]
Holly Brown and I made friends in college. We became fast friends, however, by making cynical quips back and forth during our time as editors for The Juniatian, our newspaper. I don’t remember anymore any of the copy we edited or many of the many articles we wrote, but thinking about all those hours gives […]
I start an internship soon with Steve McCurry’s studio in Long Island City. It will be three months of full-time go go go between commuting and photos and trying to stay afloat above city sidewalks and bobbing passerby, but I am excited. In the interim – just like everyone else in the city sea – […]
In New Mexico, the space is vast and quiet, a place where echoes have left their voices to the louder sounds of wind and air. In New York, many miles away, the space is vast and loud, a place where echoes live healthy, raucous lives amidst car honks and buskers, voices with accents and foreign […]
