IMG_3012.2the yawn in the morningHad to stop my brother and take some pictures of the light on his face because it was so fascinating. He could hardly keep back a yawn and so I’ve passed the contagion on to you. In my anthropology class we learned that watching someone yawn triggers the same part of your brain that is responsible for feelings of empathy. As I am a sympathetic crier (and then have to conclude that part of my brain is well-developed), I’ve been yawning the entire time while writing this post! But I hope you’ll forgive my good-natured impishness and enjoy the little study in light I did.

Bronwyn Collage IMG_0718.2.krIMG_0801.2.krGarden Bronwyn Fancy BronwynMy wonderful friend Bronwyn came to visit last weekend, which of course meant I had to have an impromptu photo shoot at my favorite museum (with a whole photo story about it coming up soon). I haven’t shot portraits in a while, which is a shame as that is how I got into photography to begin with, capturing those subtle moments briefly ingrained in our faces, like traces in sand that are quickly washed away. You could say that I cheated with this one, as her gorgeous hair and amazing green eyes effortlessly lend themselves to dramatic photos but while looking through the set I realized I loved them because in all of them her gaze is so penetrating and direct and yet never identical. It’s the sort of subtlety of expression I’m a dork for.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy looking through these as much as I did taking them!

IMG_0516.krIMG_0510.krIMG_0498.krIMG_0509.krSummer in Maine

I had a glorious weekend of cooking under the sun and doing nothing in Maine and yet now that I’m back in New York I find I need a nap again. It has always been my mantra that the best rest is a change of activity (excuse the rough Russian translation) but I’m slowly coming around to the thought that one of those activities could be doing nothing. I still shudder at the thought, which is probably why I may need to stay away from highly diverse places like big cities and stick to little seaside towns with barely any electricity or connection to the mainland United States (although there better be WiFi).

Portland is hardly boring or all that small, but when you’ve been there for over a year and it’s lost its novelty, I can peacefully relax at home, or on a boat, and not feel like I’m missing out on everything. My favorite model returns to this seaside impromptu photoshoot. It was too cold to swim – it is still Maine after all – but I did relish getting to see another angle of my favorite landmark.

Hope you all had a Happy Fourth, whether American or not!

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“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way again.”   – Azar Nafisi

Currently freezing in New Hampshire after a whirlwind week of moving out and going to Mexico and coming back to start classes. I often wonder why I am so addicted to leaving – there’s not a place I’ve been to (for more than a few days) that I did not want to leave by the end. I think it’s because I’m forced to acknowledge reality while I’m physically in a place, but when I leave my natural optimism only remembers the good things and that place at that time and me at that time become a perfect dream. And so we are perfectly reborn over and over when we leave.

In other news, I’m very excited to share my trip to Mexico with you!

Happy Monday!

This was from a week back, braving the cold to go out with my lovely friend Erica. I think this post encapsulates why I love photography so much, especially natural light photography – I never stop learning. There’s always something new to explore and some new angle to look at the thing you see every day, some new technique to try. It never stops evolving (if you call me a nerd who loves school you would be correct) and that’s why I love it.

Anyway, in addition to the semi-regular philosophic musings, there’s a NYC café guide here somewhere, namely Blue Bottle Coffee (the one in Williamsburg), one of those quintessentially cool, hardwood-floors-and-ceilings-and-tables-and-gleaming-coffee-equipment joints that also happens to be a chain but doesn’t feel like one. I’ve only tried the latte (my drink of choice between the months of September – May) and it was delicious and also warm which is all I was going for. They have a few tiny bites as edible options as well as granola and oatmeal and you have to fight for table space because it is always packed. Luckily I have a huge bag and as a Russian I rarely smile at strangers. 🙂