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August 2006

Wednesday 30

Tuesday 29

Changes. Via an internet  friend I just got hired to photograph The Junior Miss Teen America Pageant this weekend!!!! I am THE photographer!

Photo from my book, Famous People Famous Places, soon to be published.

Monday 28

Messages.

Overcoming attachment does not mean
becoming cold and indifferent.
On the contrary,
it means learning to have relaxed control
over our mind through understanding
the real causes of happiness and fulfillment,
and this enables us to enjoy
life more and suffer less.

-Kathleen McDonald, "How to Meditate"
Copyright Wisdom Publications 2001.

And this:

One day someone told me that his friend had passed away. I was quiet for a moment then said, “I am here. How about a hug?” The response was laughter, then a hug. Life is funny and tragic and well everything. Do not miss the opportunity to enjoy life now. There may be many things we would change or alter, but being lost in our emotions or mind or wishing things were this way or that, does not help. If you truly want life to be some other way, you are already lost . If we accept life then we can move from that place of presence.

If we deny what is before us, we are like children putting our hands over our eyes and pretending that what is there is not. As any poker player will tell you, you have to play the cards you are dealt. We can think it is not fair or someone else got better, but it does not change the cards. They are the ones we’ve got. Move from what is real. Go with the flow. Life then is simple.

~from a friend

My friend, Trudy, who I had not seen in a long time, called today and asked me out for a drink. We went to Treydon's and had a wonderful time. She gave me some great wedding marketing advice.

Sunday 27

Symphony No. 7. I had to stop what I was doing today and listen to the Boston Symphony Live from Tanglewood. I sat on the couch and closed my eyes and Nadine sat on my lap and we listened to Beethoven.

Daryl and Kiley came over for dinner. I stuffed steaks with hot salsa and cheese and made smashed garlic red potatoes. The three of us (four counting the dummy) have made it a habit of Sunday night dinners at studio 19; I am not really sad, but I will miss these dinners--Daryl leaves for college this Wednesday; his first year. I love Daryl. I love my daughter Danielle. I love Kiley (Damn--I even love the dummy.). I am blessed with two great kids: smart, happy, loving, ethical, cheerful, hard-working, reverent, honest,socially responsible, thoughtful, friends with many people and different people; I am so proud of them. Last night we finished with ice cream cones and photographs:

Saturday 26

Not So Crazy.  I am feeling a bit sick to my stomach this morning and I have a one o'clock meeting with a couple whose wedding I am photographing in September. Sigh. I am thinking of alternative therapies to treating depression; meditation and exercise--I don't like the affects of the medicines I am taking and ever since I started taking them my benign hand trembles have grown more persistent and more noticeable (Apparently there is medicine one can take for the trembling; I will talk with my doctor about it; I have a physical scheduled in September.)

Whew. Many hours later: In the name of art; Well, Bruce's art, I no longer have a bedroom; It's all packed up in what was my walk-in closest; but I now have a photo studio (I figure if I ever move into a bigger loft, I would have to eventually take apart the bed). Nadine seems confused. First photo (pretty good lighting for all white):

The new photo studio:

More:

Friday 25

Crazy Idea? Tonight I got the (crazy) idea to turn my bedroom (the upper loft) into a photography studio, which would mean I would have to always sleep on the futon in the living room. I have been shooting portraits in my living room which has maybe been arty but I feel funky. So far, the bed has been taken apart and I can fit everything into my closet which is about 12 x 8 but I am not sure I have the energy for this. But I must decide; I have a photo session  on Tuesday, a High School Senior Portrait.

Molly (soft focus):

Thursday 24

Second Weddings and Wedding Planning. I met with Bridget and Harris tonight to discuss their wedding, which is scheduled for October 7 and I will be photographing it. Small wedding: 30 or so people, which I think will make it my biggest challenge this year. Ceremony at Williston Chapel and dinner downstairs at the Apollo Grill. Bridget raised an interesting point; she asked me if I ever considered wedding event planning, in addition to photography. I hadn't. She suggested people her age (fifty) need help planning their weddings--second weddings; a new target market and marketing idea. Something to think about.

Beth (Sepia + TriX  + Soft Focus):

Wednesday 23

Kiley. Daryl's girlfriend came over for a Senior photo session.

more

Tuesday 22

Monday 21

Hi Bruce,

How are you? 

Thanks you so much for being a part of the wedding. 
You were a great addition to the night! You were a big hit.
We had a few people comment on how sweet and
professional you were. 

If those are a sample of photographs to come, I can't
wait to see the rest! 

Rebecca

Sunday 20

A Long List.

 

Saturday 19

The Day After.

 

Friday 18

The Wedding of Beth and John.

Thursday 17

Two Favorite Images. One taken in October:

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And one taken the night before my Dad died:

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What a day: I uploaded all of Regina's photos (approximately 900) to her wedding website--not without some difficulty and calls and emails back and forth to Collages. Attended Beth's wedding rehearsal. And thought about something I read the other day which has me intrigued: "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you." More on this later.

My neighbor, Paula, is moving to Princeton, New Jersey. I will miss her. She has been very supportive of me and my art. She said tonight, "Let me give you your photo back." (It is a photo I gave her two years ago because I knew it meant something to her--see below.) I said, "No." And she cried and hugged me. And then she said, "How is your friend?" And I said, "I do not know." Change: Beth and Aric moved out last month. My neighbors who just had a baby are moving out in the Autumn. Joe and Jennifer bought a house in Northampton. David is moving down the hall.

Evgeniy Shaman and here and here and here at Live Journal.

Wednesday 16

Tranquility.

Tuesday 15

Out-take. A high school senior portrait.

Monday 14

Notes. A Spa contacted me about hanging my wedding photographs in their building; this could be good for my wedding business and portraits; I meet with them on Wednesday. Finishing Regina's wedding website. Tomorrow I have a portrait to shoot and then another wedding on Friday night. This photo reminds me of that Robert Frost poem in which a character says "there are only middles."

Sunday 13

Family Get-together.

Saturday 12

A Wedding Slide Show. Working on an online wedding slide show. Found free software online which dissolves, pans, and zooms in and out of images.

Friday 11

A Wedding Blog. There is an interesting article in this month's Rangefinder Magazine about weddings and marketing: How To Make a Simple Blog Build a Customer Culture For Your Business. I think it is a great idea. It brings a Wedding Website to life, adding personality and differentiating a photographer from the myriad of wedding sites.

In fact, your life is exactly what makes you different from the other photographers out there. The blog is your chance to finally tell your story—what really makes you different.......

Simply put, a blog (short for “weblog”) is a public, online gallery of your thoughts, and it is possibly the most powerful free marketing tool available to you. It could become your most effective instrument for branding, networking and customer appreciation. Here’s the catch: A blog can either make you different from the crowd, or it can make you blend in with the crowd. It’s all in how you decide to use it. Use it right, and you’ll be the photographer with the biggest fan club in town. Use it wrong, and it could prove detrimental to your business, making you seem like just another photographer. In the recent past, blogs made photographers instantly different, simply by having one. Now that everyone seems to have one, your blog needs to be different, just as much as you do. Blog for My Business? Are You Joking?......

Since I always post my favorite wedding images, my blog instantly convinces any prospect looking at the site that I am a passionate photographer, that I love what I do, and that I am the photographer they want photographing their wedding.......

A beginning begins somewhere.

Thursday 10

Father and Daughter. Entering the sanctuary, lost for a moment in their own thoughts.

What was Brian, the father, thinking? And Rebecca, what was on her mind? I will have to ask them. They will, I believe, tell me.

Looking at the photo I can't help but think of me/this scene,  standing next to my daughter, Danielle Barone. What will I be thinking? And she? And what happens to the young woman who does not have a dad? Suddenly, now, I am reminded of two poems I wrote for Danielle:

For Danielle
On Her Fifteenth Birthday
August 12, 1999

I remember the first time you said
Cookie when you broke your arm
The first time and then again
When you jumped up and down
On your mattress while Seth
And Rebecca sang songs to you
When you rode your bike
The first time out the driveway
Down the street I knew
In my heart then this was
The first step away
From me when you wrote
All those story books
In second grade when Jenny
Came over to our house
With her brother Andy and asked
Are we giving each other Christmas presents
And you answered we don't
Have to when we spent
The afternoon playing among the art when
You won that award in Fifth Grade
And when a mom said
You were such a good kid
Having friends from all
Groups in school and
when you practiced the piano
Standing up or pitching to mom in the front yard
When you hit the softball
So hard you gave your brother a black eye
When I fell on you trying
To help you catch a softball
Nearly breaking your wrist
I cried when you played
The Moonlight Sonata in church
And other people cried too when
You did the Jane Fonda Workout
Three or four times a day
When you watched West Side Story
Over and over and over again when
You waved to me
From the pitcher's mound when
You smiled at me from the basketball court
When months passed and then
You called me to your room
Sing Daddy please sing
Daddy to me I love you

I am blessed--truly--with a wonderful daughter. And she returns to school in a few days to work on her Masters and PhD.

Wednesday 09

Many Photos Later. Today I finished editing my photos from Erin's wedding; I must have worked on over 400 images today--I still have to work on Sidney's but considerable progress was made. The cake below and wine glasses are from Rebecca's wedding in Vermont.

 

Tuesday 08

Two Days. It seems that's what it takes for me to "recuperate" from photographing a wedding: Sunday was a complete washout and Monday I was still tired; it should be noted that the wedding on Saturday I worked 16 hours (including driving time). Meanwhile, I accomplished many things today.

I read this on a friend's journal today:

Taking Responsibility for Your Self

by Marie T. Russell

Are you enthusiastic about life? Do you wake up excited to face another day? Are you interested in your work and are you involved in it with intensity, energy, and zeal? Are you doing what you would choose to do were you to make a completely fresh start? Are you committing your time to activities you enjoy?

For one to live a happy and fulfilled life, the answer to these questions needs to be an enthusiastic YES. Otherwise, you are dragging yourself about, performing tasks which don't really interest you.

I have noticed that some days, I wake up early, full of energy and zest. I get up feeling ready to 'take on' the world. On the other hand, there are some mornings where I can't seem to get moving. Now, I am not talking of those mornings when I may be physically tired and need the extra sleep. I speak rather of those mornings when I've had enough hours of rest, yet can't seem to get motivated to 'rise and shine'.

At those times, we need to ask ourselves what it is that we want to escape. "What is it in my life that keeps me from feeling enthusiastic about the upcoming day?" Of course it is easy to lay the blame on someone else. It's so-and-so's fault I'm angry, it's their fault I'm depressed, etc.

Yet when I'm honest with myself, I find that it's always my action (or inaction) that is the source of my lack of energy. Sometimes, it is a conversation that I have been putting off because I fear it for some reason; at other times, there is a situation or person that I don't want to deal with. There is usually something I am trying to avoid, and rather than have to face it, my avoidance is translated into a listless feeling of wanting to stay in bed. Rather than find a constructive way to deal with it, sleep seems to be the easier route. So I avoid taking responsibility by slipping into a state of avoidance, of listlessness.

The question is: is that really the easier way - to procrastinate and try to avoid what we fear about the day ahead of us? You can't put anything off forever. You may think that you can, that you have shelved something "forever", yet your sub-conscious will remember and keep reminding you in subliminal ways. You will carry that feeling of the 'blah's' until you deal with what is causing you to feel that way.

Unresolved issues are a drain on our energy. It is as if you have a tube connected to the 'problem' and energy keeps leaking from you until you sever the connection by changing your attitude, taking action, and resolving the issue.

So, if you wake up in the morning and feel as if you don't want to get up out of bed, I would suggest you take responsibility for that feeling and ask yourself what it is you are hiding from and then deal with the situation. Once you've get rid of those "unsolved mysteries", and attend to them, you will find that you've regained your lost enthusiasm and your life will be much more enjoyable.

The avoidance of expected pain or imagined confrontations translates into a mediocre existence lacking in joy and vitality. Your level of vibrancy will be very different when you affirm and practice an enthusiastic and responsive approach to life.

Life can be joyful and happy. You can be like an exuberant child again -- eager to face the toys and joys of the day, and wanting to participate in all of the excitement life has to offer. Take a look at your life and see where you are siphoning off your own energy. Fix your 'leaky pipes' and live your life enthusiastically, always expecting the best, and looking forward to what each new day will bring.

Life's purpose is to live creatively, fulfilling our innermost and highest desires. Go for it! When you reach for your dreams and jump into them enthusiastically, taking responsibility for your thoughts and actions, you will be a much happier (and healthier) person.

I started to upload Regina's wedding photos:

I chose my favorite photos from Rebecca's wedding (next edit in Photoshop):

I edited a few hundred photos from Erin's wedding:

Monday 07

Rebecca.

A friend writes to me today of her dream:

I had a dream last night that I was at your house with a couple other of your friends and you received a phone call.

A few minutes later you emerged from your bedroom wearing a nice jacket and shirt.

You said to us, "I have to go meet someone for a glass of wine."

When you returned you told us, "I just met with a producer who is going to take one of my plays I wrote and make it into a movie."

The entire time you were not excited or happy at all...in fact you were quite somber.

You then went and changed back to what you had been wearing. :)

Sunday 06

Bridesmaids and Wannabes. That's how one of the women introduced herself;  "I'm a bridesmaid wannabe."

Saturday 05

Rebecca's and Rob's Wedding. I left my loft at nine in the morning and returned at one Sunday morning. It was a glorious day and I listened to the cd's my friend made for me on the drive to Barnard, Vermont.

Friday 04

Editing in Photoshop. More of Regina's wedding. Tomorrow brings me to Vermont for Rebecca's and Rob's wedding.

Once you find out what you care about in life,
you have No Choice.
You have to work for it.

~Naomi Shihab Nye, going going

Someone writes about this photo above:

oh!

and the reason i love it and think that every bride should is that we put so much stinking TIME into choosing THE perfect this and that. the absolute flawless nails, the precise placement of the flowers, the intricate beadwork and delicate embroidery ... and all of those things are lost on the moment, the hurried activity, the flashes of smiles, the notoriously terrible wedding photos taken from afar so that all of the details mix too much and all of those tiny things that the bride fretted over for so long are lost to time and memory. but not here. excellent.

and another person says:

I want to have another wedding just so I can have you take the pictures

and another:

i'm so giving you a call for my wedding

WOW!

 

"What distinguishes a great artist
from a weak one is first their sensibility
and tenderness; second, their imagination,
and third, their industry."

~John Ruskin

and this:

"There was always more in the world than men
could see, walked they ever so slowly;
they will see it no better for going fast.
The really precious things are thought and sight,
not pace."

I was industrious today; I edited over 400 photographs--and when I finished I read a poem in a friend's journal:

february

on the bus, i look to my left just in time to catch sight of a german shepherd's head popping up like a jack-in-the-box in a window.
later, i read about bart, the missing german shepherd, and i think of the popping-up head.

the huge goose alone in front of the high school,
the geese still littering the lawn near peterson, a sign of this very mild winter.

the black and white cat seems interested in something outside of her reach.

march

new orleans to chicago
mississippi comes too fast
big black river
little red schoolhouse.
for all the things
we did and saw
there's so much more
we missed.

april

he's standing in front of me
just as i sit on the wooden bench to wait for my bus.
he talks out loud but i'm reading my book
and am vaguely aware that he is speaking to no one.
"you are an asshole", he says, but his head is turned away from me.
"there it is." he is pulling something i cannot see from his jacket pocket.
he sits down next to me and looks at me like a guy would do in a bar.
jostling a small silver tray with a knowing look on his face, i say,
"i don't carry cash."
"what do you use?"
it's none of your business; don't give me a hard time; leave me alone.
i smile, not answering.
"what color are my eyes?" he says, still looking at me.
"brown"
"dark brown?"
"regular brown"
seeming satisfied by my answer, he moves to his next target.

may

i picture what i cannot see: the sharp green eyes filled with tears,
a mass of chestnut curls hidden by the darkness around her,
her oval face imbued by the early morning light through the window in which she stands.

ducks and geese crash-land in the lagoon,
the landing birds squaking and those already on the water talking back to them.
walking past three men not two minutes later, the painter at the top of the fire escape ladder
is talking as the other painters laugh. one of them laughs just like a duck quacks.

the chalk on the sidewalk reads
THOUGHT PROCESS

maybe mars was eden, humankind cast down to earth,
a larger planet built to inhabit inevitable sin.

can jupiter be hell, its many moons, gasses and spaces
waiting for more fallen, falling angels.

heaven must be pluto, small and distant.

june

braided black girl
hop hop hops
back over to her lost shoe
on the gravel

big orange ball
abandoned
in the center
of the blacktop

i'm thinking of a picture i once drew in school.
in fifth grade, i did a report on jupiter, my favorite planet.
i remembered the picture clearly, but not only that,
i felt myself drawing it again. i felt how i had felt back then.
colored chalk on paper, the huge planet, its red eye
more of a coral color, yellow gasses surrounding it.
i colored the sky blues and greens,
a mediterranean sea in space,
my arms and hands colored the same.
it was beautiful.

Thursday 03

Yesterday's Storm. Today: preparing Regina's wedding photographs for the Collages website.

Wednesday 02

Hot. Central Park fountain a few years ago; a favorite photograph.

Tuesday 01

Sigh. Dogust.  And the leaves on some trees outside my window are changing color. I wish I could call my dad and tell him about the leaves on some trees.

Tuesday
Excessive Heat Warning goes into effect at noon. Heat Index values could top 100! Winds: SW 10-15 mph. Highs: 93-98

Tuesday Night
Excessive Heat Warning continues. Very warm & uncomfortable. Very humid. Winds: W 5-10 mph. Lows: 70-80.

Wednesday
Dangerously hot! Excessive Heat Warning through 8 PM. Hazy, hot, humid. Heat index values 105-115 possible. Winds: W 10-15 mph. Highs: 96-102!

As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth,
so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind.
To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again.
To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over
the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.

~Henry David Thoreau

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses
who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

In Finnish, August is called elokuu, meaning "month of reaping". I should meditate upon this later today. (I did cut my own hair yesterday.)

Today, back to editing Regina's Wedding Photographs:

Rachel's site at Collages needs to be better organized in "The Reception" category but I think it looks pretty damn good and its fun to watch as a slideshow.

Regarding happiness:

It isn't the things that happen to us in our lives that cause us to suffer,
it's how we relate to the things that happen to us
that causes us to suffer.

~ Pema Chödrön

A friend writes today in her journal about happiness (Interesting in that I had just read an article in the May/June issue of Orion, entitled "The Happiness Gene" in which the author Robert Michael Pyle states "Happiness, for me and for many of those I admire, draws from a deep connection with people and other elements of the living world."):

I had just finished commenting on another journal where someone had posted their own pictures. When my comment posted I noticed the comment above mine. The person asked if that was her. She said it was. He commented again, saying that looking as good as she did she should be happy and with someone. That stuck in my mind. Just because she was pretty and had a nice body she should be happy and not alone. I couldn't get rid of the idea. People really believe that being beautiful or pretty, having a nice body, or money, or a better situation in life means you should be happy. The other side of that coin is that if you have a good portion of what is advertised to make you happy and you're not, what is wrong with you?

Most people keep hold of the wrong end of the stick when it comes to happiness. They believe that if you have enough money, property, beauty, clothes, toys, things, people around you and any number of material possessions you should be happy. Happiness isn't something you can buy, although you might feel happy for a little while when you purchase that big screen TV you've been wanting or a designer dress, coat, pair of boots/shoes or golden or silver jeweled bauble, but that isn't a lasting happiness. If that was all it took to be happy then people wouldn't need credit cards to keep shopping and buying for that fleeting moment of happiness that dissolves like soap bubbles in the wind. Happiness is a choice not an item.

Buying and acquiring material goods and services is an addiction, one that has grown to pandemic proportions in the past few decades. Where once it was enough to have a nice home and food on the table and to have enough comfortable clothes to wear for every day and something nice for Sundays at church or special occasions, now we must have the best and brightest and newest and most expensive advertised designer labeled whatever in order to be happy and satisfied, and we are neither happy nor satisfied. Happiness at its best is transitory even when it comes from accomplishment or achievement of a goal through struggle, hard work and study. The idea that happiness must come from outside is the problem. Happiness must come from inside.

I have been leery of settling anywhere for a while because every time I got comfortable and unpacked the last box and put its contents away something came up and I ended up moving. As I buy the things I need to stop camping here in my haunted apartment and begin to get settled a feeling of uncertainty nags at me. I was happy here when all I had to set my books and magazines on were empty boxes and I was sleeping on a borrowed feather bed on the floor. I was happy when I didn't have a television or sofa and chaise or a bed to sleep on. That doesn't mean I wasn't momentarily happy when my dishes and silverware arrived or when I assembled the inexpensive little table to put in the corner by the windows in the living room and arranged my plant and new little statue on it. I am happy every time a book arrives in the mail (even when I have to go to the post office to pick it up) or an author sends me a book to review. If I end up back on the road to somewhere else I will still be happy because I know the secret everyone else frantically consuming and buying hasn't learned. I choose to be happy.

Whether I live in a cabin in the mountains secluded from the rest of the world or here in my box filled haunted apartment I am happy because each day is a gift of possibility. As long as I have a scrap of paper and a pen or pencil to write, I am happy. I would be happy without even those things because there is joy in everything I see around me, from the ants determined to find a way in and make off with scraps of food to the oppressive heat making me sweaty and uncomfortable. If I were a hobo tramping the road or a wealthy writer traveling around the world, I would be happy simply to be doing what I want to do and being who I am.

There will always be people who won't like me or approve of my lifestyle and choices, some of them in my own family and among my friends, but I'm not living for them. I am living for myself. This is my journey, not theirs. I could attempt to convince them that I am not who they think I am to win them over, offer them explanations and justifications for my actions and words, but inevitably in the back of their minds they would still cling to those negative impressions and trot them out the first time I had a bad day or didn't act grateful enough for their acceptance. Nothing I say would ever change their minds and would be a waste of my time and theirs. Not everyone will like me just as I will not like everyone I meet. It's a fact of life and one I'm not about to lose any sleep over, just as I won't lose any sleep over people who pass into and out of my life. Instead I choose to be happy I met them and had a chance to know them at all because even the most negative experiences teach me something about myself and about the nature of people. As in nature, nothing is wasted or useless. Everything has a purpose and an effect.

When all is said and done, I am grateful to have known everyone I have met and happy to have shared whatever time we had together. There are some people I would have liked to walk alongside for the rest of my days, but they chose to take a different path, one that they did not wish to share or one I chose not to share. Like everything I have learned throughout my life, what they shared with me -- good and bad -- remain with me, as I hope some essence of me remains with them and hopefully, in some brief flash of memory, makes them smile.

What does it take to be happy?

A choice.

The Empire That Was Russia

And Daryl is in Montreal for a few days.