SAW Photography

About SAW

Born in D.C. and grown in Maryland, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maine, and New Mexico, Sarah Anne Wharton's photographic experience began as a ten-year-old with a 110-film format camera: a sleek, black tube, half the size of a sandwich. She brought it with her everywhere, congratulating herself on a solid choice of future career when she caught two chipmunks eating nuts in one frame. From then on, traveling from state to state, country to country, and person to person, SAW has kept at least one camera strapped around her neck.

She is curious and exuberant, and loves to bake, whistle, and photograph your face.

Sarah currently works, lives, and plays between rural central Pennsylvania and urban Brooklyn, New York, but travels often and everywhere. Come visit and you can meet her coyote mutt puppy, Boon, and listen to the constant rain spatter of the PA mountains from her deck.

White on Red

12/9/2011

Last weekend (the first weekend in December . . . what the?), hot air balloons were supposed to take off from the canyons and crannies of Red Rock State Park out by Gallup. It was the elusive Red Rock Balloon Rally, only there were no balloons. The snowstorm that waited all week to dump finally dusted us on Friday night, making it dangerous for the balloons to take off the next morning.

We hiked instead.

The grey and cloudy and white and powdery covering over all the red rocks was lovely in a very quiet, cold way. It muffled everything and made the slickrock even slickrockier, and there were many a pause to pick out the least death-defying way across a slippery rock face or icy step.

The sun decided to poke out from under his blankets, ultimately deciding it was too chilly and damp to get out of bed, especially so early on a Saturday. He ducked his head back under the covers and went to sleep, muttering about there being no balloons anyway.