Category Archives: boston

diptychs – february 2010

Since March is almost over I thought it was about time I posted some highlights from our February diptychs. At the end of February Kaitlyn and I had finished four months (a whole quarter of a year) of taking and uploading a photograph a day and combining them on flickr. I’m excited that winter is nearly over and we are seeing more life and light in each day.












inspiration knows best

Inspiration. If we’re lucky we encounter it every day, many times a day. It can appear in the most unlikely places and also feel like home. It serves as both the spark and the breath of creativity. It’s both subtle and powerful, sudden and prolonged.

I’m honored to be one of 300 creative souls taking part in sfgirlbybay’s blog it forward project where we will each answer the question – what inspires us? I’ve taken the baton from Sycamore Street Press and will pass it on to tam.me. tomorrow. We are part of just one of several chains of inspiration that are in motion this month. The full list can be found here. Enjoy! And be inspired!

Ahhh, the list could go on…. But what inspires you?

diptychs – january 2010

Here are some highlights from our third month of diptychs. I love the warm rich colors we’ve captured during a traditionally grey month. Being a photographer means obsessing over lighting and I’ve been encouraged to see twilight creep into the later evening hours as winter wanes.

diptychs – december 2009

December was a tough month to take daily photos – at least it was for me. The light was slowly decreasing and the holidays provided a bit of a distraction. I remember a couple days when I was slowly drifting off to sleep and I’d suddenly remember that I had not snapped a single frame. I’d curse myself as I got out of bed and find something to shoot before the day officially ended. I had to get pretty creative at times.

However, the real beauty of this project is what our individual images do when they come together. That’s where the magic happens. Here are some highlights from December.

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beantown and blizzards

Margaret walking through our neighborhood as the storm wanes

The day after...

The storm hitting the east coast this weekend is being compared to the 2003 President’s Day Storm, which served as my own winter weather christening. My favorite snowy days included walking through drifts of snow around my neighborhood followed by fish and chips at Matt Murphy’s or sledding in Boston Common followed by macaroni and cheese at Silvertone. In honor of the blizzard bearing down on New England I wanted to repost my memories of the 2003 storm.

“Nearly seven years ago I moved to Boston. I was excited about my new job, but honestly had not warmed to Beantown. I’d only visited the city a few times before moving and each trip possessed a lovely little constellation of disasters which left a poor taste in my mouth.

But there I was – new job, new city, and new place to live – and I thought one out of three ain’t bad. My living situation was not ideal. I’d had two days to find a home and so settled for a college-esque place in the densest part of Boston with a roommate who had perfected cranky into an art form. The city was dirty and grey – it being February and all… and I couldn’t get anywhere without studying a map and practically tatooing it onto my body before leaving the house. (Even with all that effort I still ended up turned around at least once a day.)

The icing on the cake was what is now referred to as the North American Blizzard of 2003 or President’s Day Storm II. Flakes started falling on Monday February 17th and within 24 hours a record-breaking total of 27.5 inches of snow had buried the city… and my car. I had not yet learned the keep-up-with-the-snow-as-you-go method of New England winter survival so I let my car sink deeper and deeper into a cavern of heavy wet snow.

By the early afternoon hours on the 18th I decided to venture out and clear off my car. What I thought would take an hour tops took me until dark. I had a small scraper and had found some kind of shovel, but neither were very effective. On top of this – those with cars parked next to mine (who had already shoveled their cars out) plus the street plows added a good foot of snow on top of the nearly 2 1/2 feet that mother nature had bestowed. It was a sight to behold, and I honestly think I was in a kind of snow haze that kept me from going completely insane. Some left over childlike wonder at the sight of so much snow.

Towards the end of this archaeological dig one of my neighbors exited his house and offered to help me unbury my car, which uncharacteristically I accepted. After about another hour of digging when we were nearly done he sheepishly admitted that he’d contributed to the piles of snow on my Subaru when he had unburied his car earlier. Although I could have been angry I was actually glad I’d found the first person outside my office that was genuinely nice. Honestly I’d had my doubts before that day. Fortunately he was the rule and not the exception and I grew to love being in Boston… and even sometimes miss the snow.”

every four years

Every four years I do this. Every four years I start reading news articles and opinion pieces about athletes who will compete in the upcoming Olympic games. It’s my way of getting prepared. It’s my dry land training regimen.

Usually I wait until after the holidays, but this year the Winter Olympics have been on my mind a bit earlier in the season. I wonder why?!
My method is not scientific. My process is haphazard at best. My choices are guided by instinct (see below*). But having a list of a dozen or so athletes to follow during the games makes the viewing and rooting experience so much richer. So here is a preliminary list of athletes I’ll follow in 2010 and why…

  • Tony Benshoof (luge) – hates airline travel, loves to listen to the radio, loves road trips, has to push through pain to do what he loves. I can identify with all of those, plus I just love saying “luge”.
  • Sara Studebaker (biathalon) – loves the camp-like atmosphere of training camps, likes going to new places. Add to that the biathalon always reminds me of snowy chukkar hunts in the hills above the Deschutes River with close friends.
  • Steve Mesler (bobsled) – childhood friend of dave’s (one of my closest friends from boston), he recently gave up his spot (temporarily) to Stephen Colbert during a “training” run in Lake Placid. A friend of Dave’s is always a friend of mine!
  • Kaylin Richardson (skiing) – trains in Chile, talks about respecting the process. I started this blog after following a friend’s blog who was teaching in Chile, and you have to cheer for someone who loves the process. The process is as much a part of a writer/photographer’s life as it is part of an athlete’s life.
  • Apolo Ohno (speed skating) – from the Pacific Northwest, will become the most decorated American Winter Olympian with one more medal in Vancouver, the way he wears his bandana reminds me of Rafael Nadal. He’s from the Northwest and he reminds me of Nadal – ’nuff said.
*Yes, I root for the Oregon Ducks – it’s only right since I have two degrees from the University of Oregon. I also passionately follow the Boston Red Sox and the New England Patriots – a natural legacy from my years living in Boston. But people often look at me funny when I mention that I’m pulling for the Texas Longhorns. I’ve never lived in Texas, I haven’t even visited. So why do I root for Texas? It’s simple: a love of design (their kick-ass logo combined with their sweet school colors) + a love of sports = a soft spot for the University of Texas. Like I said, it’s not scientific.

boston – i love that dirty water!

kaitlyn, amy, joel and andrew at joshua tree in davis square (amy & chris and lynn & lance joined us later)

fenway park

kaitlyn and amy at fenway

kaitlyn, holly and amy watching the game

amy, holly, chris and kaitlyn

news stand outside fenway in kenmore square – go sox!

amy, kaitlyn and andrew in the public gardens