Category Archives: Portraits
Margaret has impeccable taste, and she’s kind and organized. So it was no surprise that her wedding had beautiful details, from feathers in the bouquets to bright suspenders on the kids, or that the guests laughed and danced non-stop all night.
The bride is the manager of Panorama Events, where I was married, and I was so happy to be asked to photograph her wedding. I was pretty intensely pregnant at the time, so Amy Sandoval covered the second half of the wedding. She was great to work with!
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.
“Ah, to be 80 again!” My husband’s grandfather, Jim, wasn’t feeling well. His ribs hurt and he’d slept poorly, but he was glad to talk while his wife moved the morning’s orange juice and vitamins around the kitchen. He didn’t like being in pain, and he was honest. “How do you feel?” I asked. “Not good,” he answered, dispensing with both complaints and pretense.
So we adjourned to the living room to talk about birds, one of his favorite topics. “Crows are the smartest of the birds, you know.” I did know, because he loves crows, but I like to listen to him and he continued. “They have their own language. I shot that one myself.” He gestured toward a crow mounted above the refrigerator with a sign reading “Nevermore.” He did shoot that one and others, having lived, hunted, read, raised eight sons and retired on a farm in Virginia.
Later we watched from the window as a muscular black snake wound up a post and into a bird house, blue birds flapping frantically overhead. “Should I scare it off?” I asked, trying to find the right balance of rural acceptance and city-person panic. “It’s too late now,” he said. “He’s eaten the eggs.”
When Jim was finished entertaining, I bothered Bunny until she let me photograph her in the garden where she spoke kindly, and watered flowers.