Heidi and Paula usually start their story with “Paula was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar…” Only it wasn’t really a cocktail bar, it was Foster’s Boiler Room at the Common Man Inn in Plymouth, NH, and their story has a happier outcome than Human League’s song, “Don’t You Want Me”. Last year,
I have read various rants online about how Pinterest kills creativity (for example, this one). The general huff is that Pinterest kills creativity because people go there looking for finished projects to copy, rather than coming up with their own. That’s like saying a writer who reads books won’t be able to write one of
I’m talking to the moms reading this. You who are always behind the camera. Or hiding from it because you are not perfect. Maybe you’re never in the family photos because at family gatherings you’re too busy taking care of everyone to stop and be in a picture. I understand. I do the same thing.
The Stiletto Brass Quintet is a nationally touring, all-woman group. They booked a shoot during their east coast tour, requesting a charming, urban look. I scouted a few locations, and we chose the historic Belknap Mill in Laconia, NH. I decided a cinematic feel was called for. The space has great windows. I balanced the
Knowing something isn’t quite right, and knowing what that something is, are two separate things. Here’s a secret: I am terrible at writing about myself. This is especially maddening because, in addition to my photography training, I also have a degree in writing and literature. I generally think of myself as a decisive, get-it-done person.
Last month, I traveled to Virginia to attend a two-day workshop led by wedding photographer extraordinaire, Katelyn James. The workshop covered everything from marketing to tips on editing, workflow, accounting and some new ways to spoil my clients! Not only did I gain a great deal of knowledge, I made friends with a group of
Last week I was fortunate to photograph poet Donald Hall in his 200-year-old farmhouse, Eagle Pond Farm, in Wilmot, New Hampshire. The 85-year-old former U.S. Poet Laureate still writes every day. In December, he will publish another book, Essays After Eighty. While I was there, FedEx delivered a box of books, a Spanish translation of
I am not sitting out in the woods in the winter for four hours freezing my butt off. Screw that. Let me tell you how it’s done. One day this winter a very good friend of mine told me that she had cardinals at her house. I have a thing for cardinals. I