Category Archives: Fall
Photographing New York Road Runners’ Team for Kids
I got to photograph the Poland Spring Marathon Kickoff before the 2012 Marathon that, sadly was cancelled. But the kickoff was great. I covered Team for Kids, a group of runners who raise money for the New York Road Runners‘ school running programs. Many of the participants hadn’t been runners until they started training for the marathon with TFK and their volunteer coaches. So what’s my excuse for not running the races? Well… I have to photograph them!
Nora + Matt’s Wedding
Nora and Matt were married this weekend at the Metropolitan Building. I felt like we were sneaking around a secret warehouse: playing around with stacks of suitcases, rooms full of chairs and mysterious curtains. An actor and a painter, these two artists met at jury duty in Brooklyn. Their wedding was heartfelt and elegant, with a glamorous mother of the bride, blue suede shoes, and handmade details. I was touched that Nora asked me to photograph it!
And thanks to Kate at Green Apple Weddings for helping the evening run smoothly.
Going Home
I go to the Franklin County Fair almost every September, although my attendance has slipped since I left my home. The midway is always crowded with dusty work boots, tart caramel apples, and teenagers carrying toddlers and giant cups of lemonade. 4-H farmers hose down cows until their legs glow perfect white, elaborate quilts hang in the round house above an old man slowly playing a keyboard, and bright fruit wins blue ribbons. Fat trout slowly wave their tails in the fish and game barn. Sometimes there’s a calf that will lick your hand with its thick tongue, and you can climb on the tractors to have your picture taken.
Going home feels strange, though: the rides seem more broken and the hometown metal band less loud, everything looks smaller and I feel more out of place than ever. My 4-H club meetings and barn jobs seem immediate to me, but I know they were a long time ago to anyone else, and I don’t know what it means to live in a place that I’m not from. But the light at the fair is still beautiful, fried dough with maple cream seeps grease into paper napkins like it should, and the demolition derby is loud as hell and completely exhilarating.
