There is a quote from one of my favorite poets, Buddy Wakefield, that I sometimes mis-remember. My version of his words has to do with creating safe passage through our minds, which, in my opinion,…
Grief can be a lonely experience, but it doesn’t have to be. Sometimes we don’t talk about grief because it makes us uncomfortable or we don’t know what to say. The good grief project was…
One September evening, a group of Weston students walked past a disfigured man in a wheel-chair begging outside the school. No one said hello or even acknowledged him, which prompted Gene later to ask aloud…
At the beginning of 2019 I decided to take the year to explore my passion of photography more deeply through the self-proclaimed “Year of the Photograph.” At the time, I was living in Seattle, WA…
Cami gave me permission to share this essay. I remember first becoming interested in photography a little over 10 years ago. At first, photography was simply a way to capture moments of family and friends,…
And I want to tell you about them. There’s Buffalo Meg who is from Buffalo, New York and has a pitch to convince anyone she meets to move there. There’s Hannah Frank who is addicted…
Vivian Maier’s work was first discovered about 10 years ago when a man named John Maloof purchased a trunk full of negatives at a Chicago storage auction. Maloof did not know it then, but he…
I thought this might interest you–on the work on Henri Cartier-Bresson at Eric Kim’s web site.
Dear Dr. C, This is a long time coming, but I’ve put off writing this because I want to say it right. Then again, if I’ve learned anything from you and Natalie Goldberg, it’s that…