My first time in D.C.

Tourists at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C.

Last month I hopped on a plane (for the first time in two years!) and flew down to Washington D.C., to visit my friend Kate. It was my first ever time in D.C., which is a little embarrassing—  by my count I’ve been to 10 European capitals, but never the capital of my 👏own 👏 country 👏—but better late than never! 

I stayed for just 48 hours, so it was something of a whirlwind trip, but I really enjoyed it. In addition to hitting the main sights, we visited the National Gallery of Art, the Hirshhorn Gallery and the Air & Space Museum, wandered through Capitol Hill and Embassy Row, and rode the Metro (which I was extremely excited about). Kate is a coffee connoisseur, so I got to sample some of the best pastries + lattes that the DC metro area has to offer—and since one of the things we bonded about when we first met in Mannheim, six years ago, was books, we checked out a handful of bookstores as well (my favorite was Capitol Hill books). All in all, a great way to spend two days, and a great first visit—and now I can’t wait to go back (hopefully there won’t be…27 years in between visits) 



new hampshire

Some photos from two days spent in New Hampshire! What a treat. 

Last Tuesday, my friend Kayla and I trekked up north—we were supposed to camp overnight, but looming thunderstorms meant that we cut our trip short and kept it to hiking Mt. Moosilauke. This was my fifth peak—just 43 more 4,000 foot mountains in New Hampshire to go! 

At the the top of Mt. Moosilauke, there’s an alpine meadow (!!!), which I haven’t seen since Wyoming, so i was already pretty excited but THEN the entire peak was enshrouded in mist, and everyone was shadowy figures and it was pretty freaking cool. I brought my Fuji camera, which I still can’t get the hang of, which was a little disappointing but I’ll have the mental memory of it ~forever~. 

Then on FRIDAY, I headed up to New Hampshire again to hike with my dad and brother. We hit the Franconia area right around sunset, and were treated to these beauutiful clouds. 

We got up early and hiked Mt. Cabot, which physically almost broke me. I brought my R6 but it spent most of the hike in my backpack, because I was already hiking pretty slow and holding up the gang. But I made the whole 9.4 miles, listened to the river rushing and got covered in dirt and felt so happy. Can’t wait to get back (42 to go!) 


The Arboretum

Brenna and I went to the Arboretum this week during golden hour and, per usual, it did not disappoint. Brenna acted like the main character and I captured it! Here’s to longer days, to longer walks, to longer golden hours. 


Lately 001

I’ve decided that I’m going to start blogging here —to share photos that tend to fall through the cracks,  work I do, showcase my writing. I blogged regularly in high school and college, and, if we’re being honest, I miss it. I miss taking my thoughts and putting them down in a little text box, moving things around, having photos accompany it. When I look back on my blogs from the past, I’m struck by the ways that I described things—trips, experiences, moments. Not everything is poetic always, but it can be. And I’m trying to (cheese alert!!!) figure out my voice, what I’m trying to say, how to get back to myself, who I am, etc.—you know, normal millenial/mid-twenties stuff. 


Anyways. 


Here are some photos from the last couple of weeks, and what I’ve been up to.


I’ve been running a lot during quarantine, but obviously whenever it snows I find that option….limited as well. So photo walks it is! Last time that it snowed Judith was home in JP so we met up and walked around—we timed it perfectly so we got that nice reflective cloudy white snow-ness, and the moody blue hour. 


This week was Ash Wednesday. I was raised Catholic™ and while I’ve struggled with the politics of the Catholic Church as an adult, I find that it’s hard to leave some things behind. I don’t go to Mass regularly anymore, but I still get my ashes. It’s always an occasion, something to remember—getting them before assignments in Laramie, or in a cathedral in Germany where they burned them on the alter and monks chanted ominously…. last year I got them at the shrine near Downtown Crossing before getting Vietnamese and going to a drag show. I love it. It’s a weird, special event (all of Lent is a weird, special event) and I really do find some shred of comfort in the traditions that raised me. 


This year I was a little emotional about the fact that I wasn’t going to be getting ashes, but then Brenna came home with some! To-Go ashes! What a concept. It turns out that she works with some Irish Catholic mom-types, who, when she mentioned it, knew exactly where to obtain the goods. (God bless Irish Catholic moms) So we gave ourselves ashes in our living room, and I took photos the whole time (which my mom said was blasphemous, but hey! It was a documentary photo moment. I’ll share those photos with my kids some day)


And, here are some from a walk with Brenna. Catch a theme here? I’m working on my ~street photography~—and by that I mean 1. capturing Boston as I see it, 2. working on spotting colors in compositions (i.e., red brick, red car) and 3. building presets in lightroom to fool with mood/color and show what it looks like in my head/how I see the city. 



Finally, two photos from home—a photo of my dad in the woods the week before his birthday, and Brenna’s cat soaking up the sun in their new house. 



boston in the time of coronavirus

 i ended up going home to the suburbs after a couple of weeks in boston—a privilege i was lucky to have—but here are some of the images i took while walking around the city during the early-mid stages of COVID-19. it’s strange to be living through a major world event and not working for a newspaper anymore, though i’m grateful to have the option to stay inside and work from home at my job at GSDM. 

these weren’t for any news outlet, etc., but i wanted to take some images to document what it was like—in boston, in jp, for me, i guess. 



montreal

brenna and i tempted fate in february and booked a trip to montreal for two days—so, naturally, we arrived shortly before a huge storm dumped a foot of snow on the city. but it was still fun! we tromped around the city and worried about parking and stayed in two separate airbnbs. 

i’ve been watching a lot of movies + tv lately (with the pandemic, who isn’t?) and i’m starting to take apart each scene while i’m watching—note the lighting, the composition, colors, tone, etc. it’s a lot of fun, and it’s weird to think that i didn’t used to do that, that my vision has physically changed. 

when brenna and i went to montreal, i started noticing that my photos themselves are were taking on a slightly cinematic feel. it wasn’t enough to take photos on the trip—i wanted each one to be a magical little moment, perfectly composed, its own little story. which is what i want, anyways—what i’ve always wanted. and i’m still far from being a good/great photographer, i think, but it’s really nice when you get to see a shift in your work come across so obviously. 

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