Silbury Hill

December 16, 2007

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I remember my visit to Silbury Hill in Wiltshire as an enchanted time. Many years ago in early December, along the highway between London and Bath, we came upon this Neolithic chalk mound built thousands of years ago over an underground spring and covered with soft green grass.

Perhaps you can see Elizabeth, a tiny stick figure, marching up the spiral pathway and standing on the top of this prehistoric monument to the Great Goddess. I’d fallen behind to search for a woolen neck scarf, or perhaps the universe had simply given me the opportunity to capture Elizabeth on film.

The day was bright blue, the moon still high in the sky. After I arrived at the top of this ancient harvest hill and she and I were sitting together in the tall grass, we discovered that we were both menstruating which seemed entirely fitting as we explored this ancient site of the Great Goddess.

As for that woolen scarf – I found it later at the very bottom of Silbury Hill on a fence post. It had been loaned to me by a male friend and so I came to believe that the energy of this very cosmic womanly space accounted for the scarf’s temporary disappearance.

And another thing about Silbury Hill – my photos of that sacred place are out of focus, as if the very energy and vibrations of the place affected not only our bodies and perhaps our very souls, but my camera as well. This little series of nine images (the magic grid of nine) begins to dim and soften every time that I attempt to make it larger.

The memories of this day touch me still – a spiral walk up and around a mound of chalk with the moon overhead and blood between our legs.

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Portrait

September 28, 2007

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Onward

September 26, 2007

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Wouldn’t you say that this is about the journey and not the destination?

Lilies

September 26, 2007

lilies.jpg Perhaps she thought that she was invisible standing there among the lilies. And perhaps she was truly invisible to other people simply because she believed it was so. But the camera found her. And she is recorded on film. And her toes are not polished. However, if you think you are invisible that detail probably doesn’t matter.

The Romance of Marfa

September 26, 2007

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Doris Villarreal Ramos

September 24, 2007

Doris arrived just before sunset, just in time for me to take a few photos in that soft golden late afternoon light as she wore one after another of the extravagant new pieces that I am crocheting with hand spun, hand dyed yarns.

I had not forgotten how easy Doris is to photograph and how she can make the work her own. In photographs, this down-to-earth talented young woman often resembles an exotic from an imaginary land. Doris has been busy this year, newly married, working for an architectural firm and making preparations for her architectural license. We shared a leisurely catch up visit and big bowls of beans a la charra that were simmering on the stove.

Pink Triptych

September 16, 2007

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One day in early summer a woman picked trumpet blooms and held them in her hands for the camera. Later in the year another woman held a bouquet of pink roses that rested on her pregnant belly. There is little more to say except that the woman who picked the delicate trumpet blooms saw them fold and wilt and so she lined them up to dry with the thought to hang them from a painting on which she was working. The younger woman gave birth to her first child, a son whose middle name is the same as that of his mother’s favorite cat.

fleeting portraits

September 7, 2007

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Portraits appear randomly, suddenly. There they are, caught in our peripheral vision for an instant, telling a story, gifting us with a narrative. We see a portrait, it is beautiful and then quickly becomes a memory. Infrequently and almost as a thief, we catch a portrait as a photo too.

Open Shade

September 2, 2007

fog.jpgThe fog kept moving behind her, above her and beside her. The light changed from moment to moment. Dappled sunlight, harsh shadows full sun. I moved her several feet to the right or to the left, back a bit or forward even more, all to catch the patches of open shade.She continued to look radiant. At nineteen with confidence in front of a camera, that is not hard to do. She flirts with the camera, her demeanor changing with each click of the shutter. Can you tell?

Her Heart

September 1, 2007

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She followed her heart once she found it. And after that, things didn’t necessarily get easier, but everything that she experienced meant so much more.