A personal exercise in a time of transition. I am concerned with connecting to life through photography, words, nature, and cultivation. While photography is my primary medium, I find a freedom in the idea that photography is just a tool for communication, so the work here will not be limited to only photos but rather a conglomeration of visual or written work. A journal if you will. A diary. A record of time.

The garden in morning

Summer break (for me) is over.
This year I used my June and July to mostly hibernate at home, cook, photograph the heck out of my garden as I watched it grow and (some of it) die. The process is what I love most but find myself so often forgetting to appreciate in the midst. It’s so easy to get caught up in Results! Products! Gains! In the garden this year, I’ve looked at the space as an experiment and a place for learning in a microcosm. This is a new home for me, so watching how different plants interact with the shade trees, the sun path, and the lack of rain has resulted in a wealth of information. In truth, most of my vegetables did not produce many fruits (lack of sun I found since most of my yard is in shade half of the day), but I was able to mark out areas of the yard better for fruiting vegetables in the next spring. The zinnias and sunflowers exploded near the curb and provided an mini screen of color and green stalks. I watched a watermelon fruit shrivel on the vine, but saw the herb garden thyme, oregano, sage, and rosemary grow thick over the summer.

Each morning I walked out to the garden in the early sun and watered. At times, my daughter came with me and explored the little tomatoes and bean vines. Though I hope the next season provides more food than this last, I have zero regrets about the time spent here.