Abandoned houses are a childhood fascination I never outgrew. As a little girl riding in the backseat, I craned to get a closer look of the empty farmhouses. They were my landmarks on the drive to my grandparents’ house in rural Minnesota.
I loved to imagine the stories of the families. It was deliciously sad, mysterious and unfathomable that people would leave their homes to be slowly reclaimed by the wild. I always wanted to peer through the window or step inside to see what they’d left behind.
256/365: porcelain doll
is not gold. Sometimes, it’s silver.
255/365: silver assemblage
I grew up singing ‘How much is that doggie in the window?” and wanting to buy every one I saw. I’m not sure that puppies in windows even exist these days – a good thing, no doubt. But I can’t wait to find the one with just the right waggly tail.
And I do hope that dog is for sale.
252/365: ceramic dogs
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
from ‘Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam’ by Ernest Dowson
241/365: lamplight and flowers
I have certain pictures, like this one, that I think of as “old master” style. They are painterly still lifes set again rich, inky black backgrounds, with a certain quality of light that recall the 17th-century Dutch masters. Paintings inspire so much of my photography.
214/365: silk flowers
Once upon a time, I was a fifteen-year-old girl with a fervent devotion to reading Vogue. I think I truly believed that my grown-up self would inhabit those fanciful outfits, from the tip of the afro to the toe of the $1,000 shoes. And maybe someday I will. The fanciful part, anyway…
206/365: mannequin, bejewelled
Pure whimsy, compliments of my gig with Urban Cottage, a local vintage shop with a knack for creating readymade still lifes in their shop displays.
I have never eaten a banana split. I always thought it seemed like a good way to ruin a perfectly good ice cream sundae. Too many ingredients.
I do, however, delight in highly specialized dishes, especially when they mimic the form of the food they’re meant to serve.
179:365: banana split bowls
I usually like ’em taller…but two out of three ain’t bad.
164/365: greek god
I’m struck by the fact that this picture – while featuring a lovely vintage lamp – is not really about light. It’s the darkness that compels; the light is merely the instrument, the brush that paints a world of shadows.
157/365: lamp light