Earlier this week, we drove up to the north shore to visit our 98-year-old uncle. He had just gotten back home after being hospitalized for pneumonia. We found him in better shape than we expected, and it was a good visit, but still it was a melancholy occasion. More
Seattle: Another important dot on my personal map. A place without prior associations that I’m getting to know. Sometimes I’m enthused about it, sometimes no. Since many members of my husband’s family live here (we’ve been married less than three years), their roots largely organize where I go and what I do.
My life is a jumble of places, which shows in my photography. There are whole genres of pictures having to do with different spheres of my life, adding up to a fractured geography. There are pictures of my home life in a city apartment, pictures of a vacation house in the Michigan woods, pictures of a farm my husband owns, tame pictures of a city that’s really wild, pictures of the places I’ve lived, and far-flung places my friends and family live now. More