east coast birthday.

I always forget just how much I like photographing my family (especially the young ones) until we’re all together and I’m following them around with my camera. I have years and years of photos, their entire childhoods captured as I see them. Sometimes they cooperate, sometimes they don’t—both scenarios offer equally interesting shots. There’s absolutely […]

new new york.

An impromptu trip to New York in June (it feels like this summer is nothing except one impromptu trip to the East Coast) to visit my farthest-away niece. Family photographs and familiar places made unfamiliar with the passing of time. New museums and old museums in the span of a few quick days. At the […]

a long absence.

  I haven’t been to Connecticut in over a year. I watch out the window as the plane descends over farmland and greenery and a line of bright yellow tractors and I think: OK, I’ve made it. I’m back.  It’s a particular feeling to return to the place of one’s birth. You feel at once a […]

easton.

  Getting on a plane and landing in any part of the East Coast feels like a returning. There is a silence on the coastline I haven’t been able to find in any of the places I’ve visited or any of the places I’ve lived. Even in New York City, where it is always loud and […]