Yesterday I had the honor of being featured on The Photoblographer for my Grief & Grace Project. A huge thank you goes out to Chris Gampat, the editor of this amazing online publication for reaching out to me. The interview breathed new life into my project and I am humbled by the feature. Please be sure to check out the interview here.
This morning I went for a short walk in Ridgewood, obviously to get Dunkin Donuts iced coffee. The entire area along the 68th Avenue and Fresh Pond Road area was a construction zone on the M line section.
My grandfather was a builder. I spent 2 years of my professional career working for a concrete and building materials company. I know these guys work hard and one can't help but have respect for this group slinging steel on a Sunday.
On January 21st, 2017 hundreds and thousands of women, men and children marched in the streets across the globe to send a message to the new administration. Fearless & Framed, a website dedicated to documentary photography, featured several of us women photographers and how we felt being on the ground documenting the day across America.
I took this while sitting on the tarmac at LaGuardia. Watching the sun rise over the right wing, I retraced my steps to the ride to the airport in the darkened hushed silence. 15 minutes earlier I was standing in the darkness on a curb in Astoria with a heaviness in my gut.
My last day here was spent mostly alone. I woke up late for a Monday, drank coffee, road the subway, walked the streets, and returned at dusk to wander through the neighborhood greeting strangers, looking for the east river, and gathering every last bit of memory to myself I could.
I found myself here, sighing into the condensation of a dirty jet window. Not ready to leave, not ready to stay, but with a calmer heart and mind determined to make the changes I was seeking.