Long before the magic carpet ride resided in our pocket, eyes met, contacts made, glances shared. Those secret smiles of common interest were commonplace. Those side eye leers of knowing and judgment became a language of waiting. Our minds free to consider the landscape. Time on our hands. Time to look upon the world. Up. On. And see our humanity reflected in the eyes of others.
Part of two ongoing series. The first measuring how we waste time. The second series documents cell phones and their impact on humanity's engagement with one another.
I love photography - every second of it - from the impermanent instant photo to the discolored film photograph to the infinite digital photograph. I enjoy an afternoon of sitting with a box of family memories, faded and stained, a misty morning walkabout in the village I call home, or an exploration of some undiscovered curiosity. I relish capturing a moment and filling in the story. My life goal is to travel the distance from the instant to the infinite, connecting time, recording it, puzzling it together into a massive narrative.
The photograph Time Clock is included in a collection that celebrates the fleeting nature of time.
I strive to appreciate the values at each end of a discussion––to find meaning in the opposition to better understand my truth. We just cannot comprehend harmony without experiencing discord or enjoy light without shadow. It is through polarity that we evolve.
I navigate my world through dialogue and conversation, learning and growing with each debate, always believing that what we have in common is more significant than our differences.
The Dialogue is part of a series documenting conversations, discussions, debates, and dialogues.
The undocumented moments which happen between the unforgettable instants hold magic within them. They bind those minutes that matter together. Quietly they perform the behind the scenes work. While one may not find these moments beautiful, they carry a deep resonance with life and are part of a continuing collection honoring the mundane with beauty and grace.
This particular photograph prints beautifully on metallic paper and adds a luster to the photograph, just as it does the moment.
Travel is nothing new to me. Years of airports and planes, of schedules and commitments, of conference rooms and meetings, no lunches and late dinners is behind me. Instead, I choose transport that meanders down endless roads surrounded by mountains, streams, and deserts. I prefer being untethered to experience the endless possibilities. I want picnics with apples and almonds, and I choose the company of passengers committed to the same. My conditions of carriage have more to do with the spirit of adventure and my traveling companions then where the road takes us. It is about releasing the noise in my life and embracing all that exploration can teach me. I am intrepid, resolute and present. These photographs are from an ongoing collection celebrating how we move from place to place.
Synchronicity: the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection, understood in hindsight where only then does it become clear that something otherworldly has intervened. Such was the set of circumstances years ago that set in motion a chain of events without comparison. It was then, under the pretense my Grandmother's need that I arranged a visit, The most significant surprise was to find that I needed her more than she needed me. The light from this experience has been a beacon in all the years since and has guided my relationships with the family into which I was born and the family I chose.
The photograph, Mimi, is included in a collection of intimate moments with the people who know me best and love me anyway.
Past time, something that serves to make time pass agreeably. It implies a backward view to a simpler life in bygone days. This collection of photographs celebrates the simple pleasures of time spent solely for amusement and recreation. Diversion. The photographs have a vintage sensibility shot in black and white. The Eastern Sierras has been an abundant source of inspiration for this project.
It started years ago when Little a. was just a girl. It centered on a Dorothy costume from the Wizard of Oz. She lived in her little blue and white pinafore for 30 days before Halloween arrived. That was the moment I became entirely in awe of the magic of Halloween. This collection celebrates the run for the bounty and the magic of donning another persona if only for one night.
The featured photo is Bull meets Unicorn and is from a collection of photographs of the hallowed eve.
Provincetown Massachusetts comes alive each summer as the bears descend on this tiny village for one week of revelry. My first visit was a pivotal one and began a process of narrating the experience with this generous and affectionate group of humans.
"I feel it immediately on my approach to the line. I am different. I am the minority. I am the one that doesn’t blend in, fit in, belong. The line snakes out in front of me. The men laugh. I want to laugh too, but I am anxious, unconfident in the language. I am not a bear. Or a cub. Or any of the other names with which I am unfamiliar but of which I have heard with such affection. I see that now, all the stereotypes and characteristics, but as I look across the boarding group what I see is joy, camaraderie, and excitement for the week ahead."
excerpt from The Gallerist by Jennifer Pritchard
The featured photograph is Men at Play and is part of a collection of photographs digital and film taken during a week spent in P*town.