This semester I’m taking Program for Narrative and Documentary Practice, a photography + writing class. Everyone in the class shoots in “Wonderland,” an area the teacher delineates as anywhere north of Mystic Ave, bounded on the west by the Fells and on the Atlantic on the east. The first week he just had us go into Wonderland and get lost in it if we could, in order to begin getting acquainted with it — no photos required. I took some anyway.
For the last day of my summer internship at ACMi, we replicated a scene from Back to the Future for a crowdsourced remake of that movie.
The farmers’ market is the place to be in Arlington this summer. I checked out some produce and met Patsy Kraemer, the woman behind the operation. Read about it on Icons of Arlington.
I covered the annual Independence Day fireworks at Trum Field for the Somerville Journal last night. The evening was chaotic, and I’m not exactly proud of the United States right now, but the fireworks sure did look pretty. And it was good to finally do some press photography after a long stretch of mostly food…
Well, here we are again. This week I cooked some barely edible food, ordered $120 of model-making supplies online, felt painfully tired and unmotivated, had some delightful and affirming phone/video calls with friends, and spent much more time than I care to admit arranging mirrors in my room to bounce sunlight around. I feel so…
Last year, one of my old college suitemates reached out to ask me to take some group/family type portraits for her. She and her friends were graduating and going their separate ways after living together during school, and they wanted to commemorate their time together. So they packed up their trusty living room couch, brought…
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I worked in Lynn in 1989, commuted via Everett and Revere daily. I remember feeling like I had crossed into a different culture from Tufts and Cambridge area once I entered Medford on Rt 16 to Rt 60. Rich in imagery (it was my first photo class at at Tufts where I became obsessed with “ bathtub virgins” in the streets near and around Tufts…)
Once you’re past Mystic Ave and the far reach of Tufts’ influence everything really is different! I love those bathtub virgins — they’re such a thing here that one of the example photos for “Bathtub Madonna” on Wikipedia was taken in Somerville.