I also met Eric in my BNI! Eric runs a digital marketing company called MetroCreate that does everything from web and logo design to SEO to marketing automation to all kinds of other things, seriously, it's like there's nothing this company doesn't do. We convened in Davis Square for a quick fifteen minutes the other week to update his head shot.
I met Jennifer, an amazing LMT who practices in Arlington, through the BNI group I meet with early, early in the morning every Tuesday at a Medford Bertucci's. She wanted to update her website with a new head shot, so we decided to get out of the highly structured meeting room and into the woods! Twist my arm.
Back in May, Richard got in touch with me about having some quick portraits taken. He's a professor and musician who needed some photos for speaking and playing engagements, and we phone-tagged a bit before deciding on a date. Did he need to come to Somerville, he asked on one voice mail. YOU LIVE IN CONCORD?! I LOVE CONCORD, I replied in another voice mail.
We met at the North Bridge on a perfect cool, cloudy day, minutes before a large boisterous field trip of children arrived and forced us to find this amazing little hidden staircase.
Jocelyn and Ben have similar feelings about being photographed as I do when I'm on the other side of the lens: they don't love being posed, and often feel awkward with a camera pointed at them. They wanted engagement photos that didn't feel stiff or artifically sentimental. "Can we just do something fun that we normally do? And you can take some photos?"
A million times yes. So a couple of Saturdays ago they invited Janaka and me to join them on their boat for some wine and fishing off the Cape, for maybe the funnest engagement shoot ever. (No fish were hurt in the creation of these images — but Ben did return one very wide-eyed crab to the sea.)
Can't wait to shoot their wedding in August!
A few weeks back I got asked to shoot a 5th grade graduation party, which would have:
- a mechanical bull
- a swimming pool
- a trampoline
- sno-cones and ice cream cake
- 50 twelve-year-olds, recently released from school
And the last item would be: me, obviously I am going to be there; this sounds amazing. What follows is mostly photos of kids gleefully falling: into inflated air, nylon, and kool-aid colored water. I long for the days when I could fall like that.
I've been really loving taking pictures of kids lately; even or especially in the din of wilder events (and the sudden concern; did I zip up my camera bag, the one that's fifteen feet away from the pool?) I feel like they make everything great. Their hearts are on their sleeves at all times. They're like explosive little ids, expressing exactly what they feel in the moment they feel it. And to them, I'm completely invisible; I don't even have to tiptoe.
This weekend my husband and I went to some fireworks in a neighboring suburb with friends, one of whom has a 10 year old son. "Does having a kid basically let you relive childhood?" I asked him. "The Fourth of July used to be amazing to me. Now it's, you know, great; but I can't seem to recapture that breathtaking endless magic it used to be. Do you live vicariously through someone who is experiencing that?"
"You can," he said. "Most people don't. It's hard to remember to do it."
I don't know if I'd be able to as a parent dealing with the logistics of keeping another tiny person fed and safe. But as a photographer who just shows up for a few hours to watch, it's my favorite part.
... not a great idea. Everyone knows that. But my friend Jon had just gotten back from a two week trip to Tel Aviv (he'd been bummed to miss the headshot shoot-out), and it was one of the first really pure blue, sunny summery days; obviously lunchtime had to be spent outside. We met up in Marblehead, where a whole fleet of sailboats surrounded the old lighthouse like baby ducks.
Jon is also an amazing event and fine art photographer — you can view his work here.
Being a photographer means your life and everyone in it become extremely well-documented — but with the exception of some occasional harried or poorly coiffed test lighting shots, hardly any photos exist of ... well ... you. The Professional Photographer's Guild of Massachusetts had an excellent solution to our shared conundrum: last week one of our peers hosted a Headshot Shoot-Out on her beautiful property in Ashland.
We met, we ate pizza and we drank warm white wine, and then we split up into groups and traipsed into the field at golden hour to take portraits of each other.
The other week I followed Suffolk County candidate for Register of Deeds Stephanie Everett through the Dorchester Day Parade. The day started out looking ominously dark and rainy, but Dorchester could not care less. Not only was the parade still on; hours before it began, cars were jammed into gridlock for miles around the site and residents set up their folding chairs along the sidewalk.
They knew what they were doing. The sun came out just in time for the parade to begin, in a magical cacophany of trumpets, clown wigs, and applause.
I'm not a morning person by any means, but when they asked me to arrive at 7:30am before they began dismantling, I couldn't be happier. Morning light, right on the ocean, with the skyline behind us? Sign me up, always.
The main tent was nothing short of epic, taking up nearly the entire width of the pier with 4 entrances along the sides.