She put us first. She stayed up late sewing my halloween ‘bear’ costume for kindergarden, then when my sister & I were older the late nights were spent watching us do the sewing and making sure we tore out and re-stitched any crooked seams on our dresses before entering them in the fair. She had...
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shannon’sNovella: Red-dress moments.
Yesterday I wore a red dress. & I went to the sea. By mexican legend this is a total faux pas. A mexican man once reprimanded me when I wore a red shirt to the beach: “¡el mar se va a enojar!” he told me. “The sea is going to get angry!” If anyone knows...
fotoNovella: day 37,345
Pictures start dialogues. In May I was invited to share a personal project at the Kennewick Art Walk. Hosted by Essence Photography Co., I enjoyed an evening of conversation with appreciators of art. People are fascinated by age. Especially as we mature, we start to see the process of growing older, not as wrinkles or...
shannon’sNovella: best of 2010
Everyone in the photography world seems to be using this first week of the year to look back and pick-out their favorite images of 2010. I’ve been inspired to think about my own work of 2010. I’ve thought about my own gigabytes upon gigabytes of work that I’ve done over the last year. Or really,...
shannon’sNovella: giving.
Giving can be stressful. We love the people in our lives! We appreciate them, but no, we don’t always show them how MUCH we appreciate them. Luckily there are landmarks throughout the year that give us an extra chance to show them: “I appreciate you. I’m so glad you’re in my life.” And so in...
shannon’sNovella: funks & rabbit holes
I was in a funk. Eric, who second shot Carly & Garrett’s wedding with me in Roseberg, OR, and I stopped at McMenamin’s Edgefield, in Troutdale, OR on the trip home. Eric wanted to wander the grounds & shoot, but I was in a funk. I decided not to drag all my equipment around, instead...
Prequel: McMenamins Edgefield
McMenamins Edgefield in Troutdale, OR.
shannon’sNovella: a good day.
After I ordered my ”grande dirty chai with non-fat milk, two shots of expresso” the barista exclaimed to me, “Have a Wonderful Day!” And it caught me. It caught me off guard because it’s been almost two years since I’ve felt that resentment. The resentment that said: “No. I’m not planning on having a wonderful day....