Donna Snow

Week 6 of the workshop had us choose up to 50 photos to bring to class for review.  

I have 20,687 photos and 14 videos on my computer so this assignment was going to take a little time.  I chose a variety of subjects - landscapes, spring flowers, a still life, barn animals and my most favorite of all, baby wild animals.  I feel super lucky to come across something other than deer in a distant field, and on a couple of occasions I have been lucky enough to know where there has been a fox den with kits.  There is nothing more special than seeing fox kits frolic around and come out of the den because they are so very curious.  

For other baby critter photos, I have been lucky to be in the right place at exactly the right time, with my camera.  The key to sharing these lucky moments is to carry your camera everywhere I go. Baby mink, fawns, and a mommy hen turkey crossing her babies to safety on the other side of the road.  This is the most heartwarming and joyous time, to see the wonders of nature.  

My hope is that viewing these photos bring a smile to your face and joy to your day.  
#cutenessoverload #madeinvermont

Nancy Banks

For our assignment last week we were asked to do in project related our photographer.  Ed Kashi in Three …”In a world inundated by visual imagery, our ability to take in more than one image at a time has become innate. In fact, our attention span demands it. THREE, a book of triptychs by acclaimed photographer Ed Kashi, plays on the visual appetite of a hectic world. These triptychs span eras and continents, challenging our notions of perspective and the individual image.”   He in his photos examined social and political change. 

So I dove into my trove of 11,000 photos.  And yes there were stories and meaning.  I found a picture I had taken of the border wall built in Arizona. Even then (2011) it was grotesquely out of place.  My old picture of the wall triggered a need to document today – now - the beauty and vibrancy of our immigrant community in this largely white state.  Several weeks ago I had the opportunity to drive the group ‘Muslim Girls Making Change’ from Burlington to Stowe for a performance. I did not take photos  - too lost in the logistics of the day. But their challenge – we need whites to stand up for blacks and immigrants. 

Perhaps in these few photos I can …

Kay Jostrand

Somewhere among the pencil shavings, pizza-stained homework and a box of broken crayons sits a jar of lollipops. 
Brightly uniformed soldiers standing at attention. 
Ready for duty.  

The teacher kills the light and locks the door.  
Tapes yesterday’s calendar askew over the window.  
Scrambles behind the easel: careful not to bump the broken leg. 

Called to action, wrappers crackle like fireworks in the strangled silence: echoing pops in the corridors. 
The children suckle:  regressing to the most primal comfort. 

Encasing the huddle, the teacher hopes beyond hope she won’t need to call in reinforcements: the Special Ops of the classroom. 
They lie in wait, camouflaged in the bottom right drawer. 
Just in case. 

Just in case the lock shatters. 
Just in case the door splinters. 
Just in case help doesn’t come soon enough.

They cling to each other and wait. 
And wait.  And wait. 
Through the bangs and pops and screams. 
Then the deafening silence. 
Today is not the day. 
She exhales and realizes she’s been holding her breath for an eternity.

On the front lines of our classrooms they stand ready to serve:  lollipops and tourniquets.  
One to staunch the fear, the other: the blood. 

Maryellen Sullivan

For me a big part of this photography class is about learning to see.  As a lawyer and an academic I spent many years “in my head.”  Both of those professions emphasize critical thinking skills and mine are finely honed.  Less well-developed are my observational skills.  For example, when I was in college, someone once asked me the color of the carpet in my dorm room.  I had no idea even though I was living there at the time.  If you were to ask me what my husband was wearing when he left for work, I would look at you blankly.  So, learning to really look, observe, and see is all very new and exciting to me. 

When I was out walking today I saw a grouping of mailboxes that appealed to me and decided to take a few shots.  As I was shooting from different angles, I suddenly noticed something in the woods.  A door.  No walls, no windows, no ceiling.  Just a door!   When I looked more closely, I noticed something else. The door was locked!  This set me to wondering if there is a message here. 

When a door appears to be locked, try walking around it?

Donna Snow

Week three of our Photographer’s Workroom class brought the assignment to shoot 10-12 photos of a color of our choice.  On my two mile drive home from class, I had multiple ideas for three colors!  Let the fun begin.  The lists were getting longer with ideas for each color.  I was a photo-ing fool, out in the winter cold taking pictures.

On the Sunday before class I downloaded all the photos and the decision had to be made, which color?  I could have printed 10-12 for each of my colors.  As you can see, I chose white.  Though is was pretty cold out, I decided the laundry needed to go on the clothesline rather than the clothes bars inside the house.  From mid morning until sunset, I would go out and shoot the laundry as the sun angle changed or the wind picked up until finally the sun was setting. Who knew laundry could be this fun?!

Kay Jostrand

Silently, I sit in the corner…
the bustle of daily life whirling round.

I understand: 
meals to prepare,
band aids to apply,
homework to complete,
laundry to fold

Patiently, I wait
for you to remember.

Remember uncluttered hours?
Remember getting lost in creating?
Remember the joy of letting go?

Will you play with me?

Will you play with me?

Maryellen Sullivan

The first assignment in the Photographer’s Workroom class was to take 12-15 photos of one object.  It was too cold to take photos outside and Bob and I don’t have many items of interest in the house.  In keeping with our desire to live a simple lifestyle (and our equally fervent desire not to spend too much time cleaning) we have neither tchotchkes nor heirlooms.  Actually, I think that funky little pheasant lamp that belonged to Bob’s uncles and aunt would qualify as both a tchotchke and an heirloom.  But I didn’t feel like photographing that.  As it turned out, Bob decided to photograph that lamp.  So, it was just as well. 

                  Since I couldn’t decide what to photograph I decided to go for a walk.  I headed toward Emily’s Bridge, which is a walk I frequently take with my dogs.  As I walked, I thought about taking pictures of the bridge.  But how many pictures can one really take of a bridge?  I wasn’t that enthusiastic but couldn’t think of anything else.  Since I had my iphone with me, I took some shots.  The more shots I took, the more shots I saw, which resulted in taking more, seeing more, taking more, seeing more.….  Suddenly, this project became fun and exciting.  I went back three more times and took dozens of shots. 

Here are a few of them:

The lesson I seem to keep learning is this:   just begin.