BirchLane.net
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
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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
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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:
(image)
And one taken the night before my Dad
died:
(image)
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.......
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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:
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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.
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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: 93-98Tuesday
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.