cheers

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I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people.
I thought “this is what it is to be happy”
~Sylvia Plath

A sense of community is a powerful feeling.
I could imagine it might grow old, having people around you all the time, who have known you your entire life. When I have the wonderful, yet rare moments to share the present with people who have known me as a child and have watched me grow it feels very much like home.

Our parents laughed, cried and created memories together during a lifetime of summers. Carving out a legacy. Several of us, reunited over the years, carry on the legacy and nurture the bond of a passing generation. Exchanges and laughter, updates and photos keep us current in each other’s lives.

Sometimes I walk down the dirt road, as I have thousands of times in my life, and hum the theme song from the TV show “Cheers”. I relate to “where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came”.

My sense of community~
Value Cherish Honor Enjoy Home

Unique Perfection

I just can’t stop!

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Looking back, It might be the way the early morning sun made the petals come alive that had me running for my camera. Maybe it was the afternoon shade that made me look again, closer.

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I wanted to climb each layer of the pink peony petals and dive into the center of the white peony and swim. It looked like it might be whipped cream lightness (the way I think jumping onto the tops of the clouds from an airplane would be). (I’m the only person who thinks that might be fun…?)

When I see a blossom so beautiful in nature, I just can’t stop myself from shooting endlessly. The ones with imperfect petals stand proud of their uniqueness. They’re my favorite. Perhaps if I can hold it still for a moment, it could last forever.

Nature. Perfect. Gorgeous.

Emmons

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I’d rather be standing at the top of the hill I just dominated -unable to breathe, ready to puke, hair matted to my forehead, than at the bottom wondering what it would be like~

11 hours & 55 minutes into our hike we summited our fourth Adirondack mountaintop that day. The one word on the yellow disk on the tree, “Emmons”.

The rain started enroute to our second peak. Raincoats came out early and stayed on late into the night with hoods pulled tight for warmth against the cold night air.

Clearly there were other places to be instead of hiking a herd path with a flowing river surrounding each footstep. My cousin, Pam & I couldn’t think of any place we would rather be that day than in the Adirondack wilderness about to conquer ‘The Sewards’ – four remote mountains on a 21 mile hike.

We had done our preparation: research, planning and physical conditioning over the long winter. We were ready to hike and we were ready for The Sewards.

Pam & I made a commitment to each other that we would “finish our 46”. Translation: we would complete hiking & summiting the remainder of the 46 Adirondack Mountains (peaks). I already had climbed 15, Pam had 30. When originally measured, all peaks were over 4,000′ in elevation. Some are a lot closer to a parking lot than others.

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Why, you ask?
It’s kind of a long answer…let’s start hiking.

*for those who recognize their mountains, correct-this view is not from/of Emmons!
the photo on the bottom of the page you’ll recognize as Emmons!

flying

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ever feel like you can fly?
seriously…
well, maybe not like Orville & Wilbur building the wings and attempting to fly….

sometimes my body is in alignment and feeling strong
my thoughts are open
my heart is receptive
and filled with gratitude

and then it happens

I feel like I can take flight

ok, so its during a yoga class, deeply centered, feeling strength from inside and no resistance from gravity. gently prompted into a graceful pose…and then it happened!

simultaneously: strength, power, gratitude…and flight

I’ve felt flight before and as if I didn’t want to miss out on a wonderful dream by waking up, I try to hold onto the beautiful moment.

the overwhelming gratitude filled my heart.

I can fly

second time

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“To me, photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event.”
~Henri Cartier-Bresson

A different route home took me past this barn one spring evening.

It was dusk, past sunset, the blue evening sky visible through the barn where walls once were, exposing the ‘bones’ of this barn. It’s beauty took my breath away.

In the early hours of daylight the next morning I was back at this barn, gravitational forces at work. At first, I tried to maintain a self-imposed ‘no trespassing’ boundary, but the more I fed my camera, the more photos I had to take. I ventured to the side, and eventually around to the rear of the structure, capturing the changing light as it filtered thru the open slats. My feet, shoes and jeans soaked by the early morning dew on knee-high grass. Birds flew past, oblivious to my presence. Weeds grew among remnants of machinery left behind, rusting in the sunrise of the new day.

I imagined this farm in better days, before its retirement, filled with purpose and energy, unending labor. Its place in history. Textures, colors, gravity…I couldn’t pull away.

I drove past last evening, a pile of rubble remained.
It took my breath away.

The barn is retired.
Barn wood salvaged.
I imagine the artist who will create a new purpose.
Amazed by its texture.

Breathless by its beauty.

trees + tulle = bliss

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Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.
~K W Baker

Finally, a beautiful morning!
The long winter seemed to be over.

For several years, I’ve run on the path near these woods. Yes, for exercise (to feel the weight of fresh air fill my lungs, and the leaves and pine provide a soft cushion) and a need to connect with nature. I come alive when I am surrounded by trees, mountains, lakes, trails (birds? only from a distance).

These tall pines, planted in perfect rows intrigue me. I like the patterns and lines they create. I’ve envisioned a photo session here many times.

It was a little out of my comfort zone to bring a few miles of tulle into the woods and set up the photos I took that beautiful morning. I’ve been inspired and was motivated to try something different.

As the light softly filtered through the highest branches of the pine trees and gently touched my model, I began to fall in love. My heart pounded (in a good way), not a “gasping for air on a long run” kind of pounding, but a much more intimate feeling that I was connected – with the images appearing in my lens, with the fresh morning air and with the beautiful woman, wrapped in tulle that day in the woods. I was alive and happy. I was present.

Later that day I opened my trunk to get my yoga mat when the breeze blew a big cloud of tulle from my trunk. I entered yoga that evening laughing, happy, present.

Notes on the napkin

Elegance is the only beauty that never fades.
~Audrey Hepburn

I didn’t understand the depth of a mother’s role until I became one.

I didn’t understand the enormity of the weight of being a mother until I had to make hard decisions.

I didn’t realize I had such power to influence someone else’s life until my kids were a little older and started making decisions on their own, using their own skills & common sense. When I saw how they were kind to the under-dog kid in their class, how they shared their gum, how they cared for small animals how they showed respect for their neighbors, I realized this job is hard!

There’s no owner’s manual for this. Fortunately, I picked up a few of the mother instincts because when I grew up, my mother was there. She made the cupcakes. She made sure we were together for dinner. She wrote notes on the napkin in my lunch bag (that I was embarrassed to take out at lunch for fear of being teased.) I’m sure my kids felt the same way with their napkin notes. It was a little gesture that made me think of my mom in the middle of the day – and now I know, she was thinking about me.

I’d like to pack lunch now for my teenage kids – just to include a note on their napkin. So they’d know I’m thinking about them, wishing that they’re laughing really hard with their friends.

I’d like to unpack my own lunch and have a note from my mom on the napkin. I’d wish my mom would remember me. Perhaps remember that I’m her daughter and that I baked cupcakes, that my kids are good & respect their neighbors, they share, and take care of small animals. They laugh really hard with their friends.

What I didn’t know and could not possibly have known until I became a mother, is that the job description gradually shifts. The enormous weight gradually shifts to joy. Joy in watching my two kids develop into really interesting, fun, creative & enjoyable human beings. I couldn’t have realized that my heart would be full of pride so often, that I could smile so hard because they are happy. I feel hope for the world because they are making good choices, baking their own cakes & moving onto larger animals!

I’m beginning to understand the depth of a mother’s role.
It is endless.
It changes how you love.
It never fades.

Mother’s Day~
Honoring those who share their love, cupcakes & notes on the napkins~

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Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins~

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Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins!

I saw that statement the other day & it helps me understand the emotion I feel behind the camera when I’m taking a portrait. So often, I need to pull away from the camera and take my gaze away for a few seconds because I feel almost overpowered by the connection I see as I look through my lens.

I feel like I can see into their eyes, usually as they sparkle–yes, like glitter. It tells me that the person who is quickly coming into focus is alive. I feel their energy almost glistening, their happiness about to explode, their beauty just waiting to be discovered, maybe for the first time.

When I pull back from my camera, I usually utter something to the effect of “wow, you are so beautiful”. What surprises me most is that they often are in disbelief, or its the first time they’ve heard it said (or, sadly, its been a very long time since hearing it).

I am so in love with taking beauty portraits. I give women the opportunity to take home tangible evidence that, yes, they are beautiful. Yes, because I said so…and yes, because they can see it for themselves each time they look at the artwork that we created together.

I always see beauty- in the mountain ranges & flowers in nature, in reflections in a puddle & in a lingering summer sunset (ok, I’ve reached my limit with winter & snow) and in a child’s fascination with a slippery frog.

And, yes, I can see natural beauty in that girl who definitely, was born with glitter in her veins.