Making a soft poetry of the documentary tradition
The trains were dreamingin the station, locomotives uncoupled,defenseless, asleep. At dawn, I stumbled inside,looking for secrets,things lost in the coaches,in the dead smells of the journey.Among vanishing bodies, I alonesat down in the motionless train. The air clotted together in a blockof lapsed conversations,and vagrant despondencies-lost souls in compartmentslike keys without locksfallen under the seats....
Fall is my favorite time of year in Massachusetts. I had been admiring the golden trees for weeks when Sara sent me an email asking for some engagement photos. It was perfect timing. We spent the afternoon on Halloween walking the wonderfully windy streets of Boston. As other photographers know, sometimes you have the pleasure...
There were a ton of great things about this wedding, but what remains strongest in my memory of the day is the tenderness that Ted exuded for Chandra. The man is obviously absolutely smitten with her, and it really left an impression on me. Besides the moving affections of the couple, the fabulous DJ and...