Category Archives: United States

The Abandoned House: Rockport, Maine

Outside

Outside

Haunted? Probably not. However, there is something irresistible about entering an abandoned building. Who inhabited it?  What did they do? How many people have passed through? The questions can go on. Answers are elusive yet the environment is rife with traces of the past. Often these places also show the marks of others who have visited before you:  vandalism like broken glass or graffiti, for example. When you go into a deserted house there is a chance you will discover collapsing floors or roofs.

Relics of architecture of times past such as fairgrounds, German bunkers, crashed airplane sites, grain elevators, factories, and other uninhabited architectural spaces are, I find, intensely beautiful. I feel a strong urge to explore them and thus truly gravitate toward them like a magnet. Somehow, I belong in these frozen places. Below are photographs of one small, neglected and no longer inhabited house in Rockport, Maine.

The photos were taken with my iPhone (using the Hipstamatic software) or with my Olympus OMD-EM5, on a tripod. The Hipstamatic software satisfies our general. tangible, nostalgic longings (why else develop such an app for the iPhone?); through various “lenses” and “film” you can produce different black and white contrasts, photographs that mimic Polaroid shots, tintypes, and other analogue-like photography. The photographs taken with my Olympus micro-four-thirds camera were lightly processed to convert colour into black and white  – as I wanted them to look.

I chose black and white because it lends itself to high contrast but may also be worked so that images are softer and more subtle. With colour removed, lines, shapes and light take on a more important role. Certain details in a colour image may go unnoticed or become too busy; black and white can remove these distractions. Black and white was appropriate for transmitting the nature of this place  – the extraordinary within the ordinary. It is more abstract and “symbolic” and takes you to another place and time. And, for the first time, I see my work differently when it is not in colour.

Outside

Outside

Outside

Outside

Inside Looking Out

Inside Looking Out

Inside

Inside

Inside

Inside

Inside

Inside

Inside

Inside

Inside

Inside

Outside My Door

 

Outside My Home

No Bird on the Wires (or in the birdhouse)

I have been in quite an artistic funk of late. I am at a crossroad and do not know where I am heading so cannot figure out the route I need to take to get there. I only know that I am ready to move forward. I look at the photographic work of others and it seems they have a purpose. As they do – I, too, want to produce images that are beautiful, emotional, have power, and touch people deeply. It is the way I feel about the world and life. Such intangibles.

Then I remind myself that there is a wealth of interesting life all around me – right outside my door. Nothing is insignificant.  The ordinary is what I must keep my eyes and heart open to.  My intention is to really see. My intention is to connect to the world.  Perhaps then I will find the latent core of what surrounds me or, at the very least, get a glimpse of understanding. If I head out there with the purpose of capturing images that can have an emotional impact then I will likely not succeed. I tend to forget that I work best on instinct. If I second-guess myself I end up less receptive to the everyday, to mysteries and questions. This process will take years of hard, ongoing, work, time, and patience. I am just at the beginning. And yet, and yet… I hope to never quite get there so that I may continue to discover the world.

Outside My Home

Playground Slide

Outside My Home

Broadway Street

Outside My Home

M.I.T.

Outside My Home

M.I.T.

Outside My Home

Cloud

 

 

I’m a City Girl: Boston

Boston Skyline

Boston Skyline of the Fenway/Kenmore Area

People love to visit Boston – the largest city in New England. It is full of history, excellent food, good sports, fun things to do for the whole family, and right by the ocean! Boston is also a city of diverse neighbourhoods and, believe it or not, many were established as towns, historically. However, they were eventually seized by Boston. Perhaps because of this past annexation there is a strong pride and connection to those who come from these neighbourhoods. When asked where they are from, many people will tell you they are from “Eastie” (East Boston), “Southie” (South Boston), “Dot” (Dorchester), or, “JP” (Jamaica Plain); they do not say, “I’m from Boston.” Similarly, people who live in the suburbs often will tell you that they are from Boston. No matter, the photographs in this posting were taken in Boston proper or on one of the bridges into Boston from Cambridge, with a Boston skyline ahead of me. Boston proper consists of the following districts:  Back Bay, Beacon Hill, Chinatown, Downtown, Fenway-Kenmore, the Financial District, Government Center, the North End, and the South End.

Mary Baker Eddy Library Pond

Mary Baker Eddy Library Pond, Back Bay

Charlie's Sandwich Shoppe

Charlie’s Sandwich Shoppe, South End

Off of Harrison Avenue

Off of Harrison Avenue, South End

Carrying Bags from Chinatown

Carrying Bags from Chinatown

Downtown Crossing

Downtown Crossing

Downtown Crossing

Downtown Crossing

Boston Common

Boston Common

Boston Skyline

Boston Skyline (the gold dome with a turret in the far distance is the Massachusetts State House)

 

 

Fulton Street

 

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Route One, in Maine, follows the Atlantic coastline. Side by side with the water, sand, and gnarled landscape there are charming towns, scenic fishing villages, fancy oceanfront resorts, lobster shacks, and chique new restaurants that sell locally brewed beers and sustainably farmed food. Tourist brochures for Maine offer peaceful retreats and family-fun experiences;  it is a “vacationland” as the license plates of this state would have it.

Yet, Maine is as real as anywhere else. In Rockland, I was wandering the streets looking for something that would touch me and inspire photographs, when I stumbled onto Fulton Street. There, I had the opportunity to spend a few afternoons with one particular family and their friends – catching a moment of their everyday life. It was on Fulton Street that I was taken by these people to the palpable world of working families in the heart of “vacationland.” I was fortunate for this chance encounter and their willingness to let me into their lives, briefly. These photographs do not so much tell about the experience as translate it.

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

Fulton Street

 

The Millers

Roz

Roz

At the end of August I spent a week at the Maine Media Workshops and College taking a class with David H. Wells, called “The Humanistic Photo Essay.” On day two David assigned the task of going to the Windsor Fair and telling a story through our photographs. As the week continued we were given the tools to understand what makes a good photograph and story, and taught how to edit our photographs with a critical eye. Although my brain is still trying to process what I learned over the course of the week (there was much food for thought), I’ve figured out that I do not have an interest in narratives; instead I prefer images that hint at a story – at memory and emotion. I am not there yet. Not at all. But it will come.

My father took photographs of still-lifes, landscapes, and architecture. He composed his photographs carefully and waited for the right moment to shoot. I, on the other hand, know I am usually too quick on the draw (despite having slowed down to look and see) and that I often do not always take the time needed to wait for the right moment. As I look at photographs of others I realise that there is something to the idea of waiting – waiting for the right light, the right person to walk by, the right angle, etc. But there is also something to be said for place, chance, and surprise. A common thread between my father and myself, however, is that photography has made each of us curious and outgoing. Thus, my day at the Windsor Fair led me to the Miller Family — three generations of farmers who live not far from that Ag Fair. They very kindly let me, a complete stranger, into their lives for a few hours over three days. I cannot thank them enough for the following:

Charlie and Fran

Charlie and Fran

Eggs

Eggs

Group Shot

Group Shot

Lying Around

Lying Around

Mae and Roz

Mae and Roz

Mae

Mae

Scott and a Winner

Scott and a Winner

Shaking off the Soil

Shaking off the Soil

Standing Around

Standing Around

Swine

Swine

The one who LIkes to Bite

The One who Likes to Bite

 

 

I’m a City Girl: My Neighbourhood

Sculpture over Second Street Parking Lot Entrance, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Sculpture over Second Street Parking Lot Entrance, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Living in “the city” is a choice I made a long time ago. I grew up in a bedroom community (i.e., the suburbs) and hated it from a very young age; I felt as if I lived in a frontier town. A recurring nightmare I often had as a child and teenager, was about long concrete blocks that took forever to get to the end of on foot. To make matters worse, in these horrifying dreams, it was always a blazingly hot summer without trees – a desert of cement and asphalt where nothing could be differentiated, so I could never reach my destination. In my late teens, I vowed that I would live right in an urban area or completely outside of one, in the countryside.

In the city, one is literally surrounded by people. If you are lucky, you find community within this environment, but mostly the people around you are strangers. At the moment I am very fortunate; I live within a half hour walk of the heart of downtown Boston and know a number of people in my neighbourhood of East Cambridge – some very well – in part because of a community garden (of which I am a member) that sits right beside my home.

Working in the Costa Lopez Taylor Community Garden, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Melanie and Sophie working in the Costa Lopez Taylor Community Garden, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Boston Seen from the Cambridge Power Plant, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Boston Seen from the Cambridge Power Plant, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

I have lived in Montreal, Toronto, as well as in Calgary. Sadly, in Calgary my apartment was much more than a 30 minute walk from the centre of town, and I was forced to face both my nightmares and “the mall” which I have always abhorred. I now live in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in a small (approximately eight square blocks) residential neighbourhood in the midst of mostly bio-genetic laboratory space (e.g., the Broad Institute, Genzyme, and Biogen), technology companies (like Microsoft, Google, and Amazon), and M.I.T. The area is defined by M.I.T., the Charles River, and train tracks on two sides.

On the Way to the Charles River, Cambridge, MA, U.S

On the Way to the Charles River, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Originally, East Cambridge, was marshland. Once land was built and developed it became a working class area that housed the people employed by the factories that produced candy, glass, and candles. Many factory buildings still stand but have been re-purposed as offices, condominiums, restaurants, cafes, and, bars. What attracted Steve and me to this neighbourhood, when we moved in, was that it was still working class with 75% of the population renting their places and most of the house owners had lived here for decades. These “old-timers” were predominantly Portuguese and Italian. Twelve years later 60% of the neighbourhood rents, and the demographics keep changing. Until a few years ago, our neck of the woods was was completely quiet after rush-hour. So far, it is still a quiet neighbourhood unless you walk toward M.I.T. where all the hip is now happening. East Cambridge is very slowly becoming vibrant but the old feel is still strong.

Outside Club Lusitania on Fifth Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Outside Club Lusitania on Fifth Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

I am happy to sacrifice the physical space of the suburbs for access to places I enjoy – like art galleries and museums, independent shops, theatres, cafes, restaurants, and bookstores (sadly the record/CD stores are now practically extinct – with the cafe and bookstore, perhaps, not too far behind). Much of the contact I have with people in the city happens when I go to “my” local cafe, Voltage, where I meet other “regulars” and have conversations with them and the lovely people who work there. The city is a great place for people-watching, a pastime I enjoy. An urban landscape also offers the best variety of architecture, something that is not easy to find in the suburbs, where everything tends to be similar. Simply put, I much prefer and thrive in the city. It is here that I have always been able to carve out my own niche – find my place. For me, the city is home.

Voltage Coffee, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Voltage Coffee, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Abigail's Restaurant, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Abigail’s Restaurant, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Rhoda Sitting on her Third Street Stoop, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Rhoda Sitting on her Third Street Stoop, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Neena, Third Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Nina, Third Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Walter, Hanging Out in the Costa Lopez Taylor Community Garden, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Walter, Hanging Out in the Costa Lopez Taylor Community Garden, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Thorndike Street House, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Thorndike Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Second Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Second Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Typical Neighbourhood Cornice, Spring Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Typical Neighbourhood Cornice, Spring Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Sullivan Courthouse, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Sullivan Courthouse, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Cambridge Power Plant, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Cambridge Power Plant, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Outside Club Lusitania on Fifth Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Outside Club Lusitania on Fifth Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Off to the Mall, Lechemere Subway Station, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Off to the Mall, Lechmere Subway Station, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Waiting for the Bus, Lechemere Subway Station, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Waiting for the Bus, Lechmere Subway Station, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Live Poultry Fresh Killed, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Mayflower Poultry Co., Cambridge Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Woman Taking Advantage of a Lovely Summer Day - Walking Along the Esplanade, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Woman Taking Advantage of a Lovely Summer Day – Walking Along the Esplanade, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Resting - Sixth and Cambridge Streets, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Resting – Sixth and Cambridge Streets, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Live Here Now, Next to Genzyme, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Live Here Now, Next to Genzyme, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Fulkerson Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Fulkerson Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

AT&T and Old Foundry, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

AT&T and Old Foundry, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

New Building Under Construction, Cambridge, MA, U.S

New Building Under Construction, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Charles River Canoe & Kayak, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Charles River Canoe & Kayak, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Costa Lopez Taylor Park Basketball Court, Cambridge, MA, U.S

Costa Lopez Taylor Park Basketball Court, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Summer Hockey at the Ahearn Field, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Street Hockey at the Ahearn Field, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Charles Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.

Charles Street, Cambridge, MA, U.S.