09.13.13 abandoned

Abandoned houses are a childhood fascination I never outgrew. As a little girl ┬áriding 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.

doll256/365: porcelain doll

09.09.13 doggie in the window

I grew up singing ‘How much is that doggie in the window?” and wanting to buy every one I saw. ┬áI’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.

blog090913_ceramic dogs252/365: ceramic dogs

08.29.13 days of wine & roses

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

blog082913_lamps and flowers241/365: lamplight and flowers

08.02.13 old masters

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.

blog080213_silkflowers214/365: silk flowers

07.25.13 form follows fashion

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…

blog072513_mannequin with rhinestone206/365: mannequin, bejewelled

06.28.13 banana split

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.

blog062813_bananasplitbowls179:365: banana split bowls

06.06.13 shadow world

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.

blog060613_lamp157/365: lamp light