If you are open to wonder and willing to wander, you can discover new ways of seeing and beauty just about anywhere. Even in your own backyard.
After my volunteer gig today I thought I would take a look at the city through my camera lens. I decided to challenge myself a bit and stick to about a two block radius. There are a number of unseen photographs in the world, even in San Francisco. Here is what my eyes and photo gut saw today on Mission Street in between 3rd and 4th street.
I had an awesome time last month photographing a Rock & Roll Wedding! Andrew and Yuki had so much fun and their friends and family were clearly happy to watch them tie the knot and celebrate their love for one another. I had an extra fun time because I got to go back to one of my favorite places to photograph the wedding. Andrew and Yuki were married at the Muir Beach Community Center which happens to be the same exact place my husband and I were married about a year and a half ago. Every time I drive to Muir Beach I get butterflies because it brings back the wonderful memories of my favorite day. Thanks for the good times and good memories Andrew and Yuki! Have fun loving each other now and forever.
Briony Campbell, photographer
I can’t ever really figure out what makes me make art and what makes me stop for a certain period of time. For a good amount of time I have had the intention of creating a project with the working title of “A Conversation with my Grandfather.” The basis of the project is taking photographs with my grandfather’s old camera that was given to me after he died.
Just about 4 days before I was set to graduate college my father called me to tell me that his father had suffered a stroke. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I had lost someone that had just begun to become one of my best friends. We had written each other back and forth while I was in college and had grown to understand each other. Most of it was me realizing both our vast differences and our great similarities. I was also old enough to realize that my grandfather had lived for 62 years before I was born and that all of those years influenced who he was. I understand him even more now, even though he is gone, as I get older. Generations can grow together when they are willing to accept that they are leading separate lives in the same place.
I have rolls of film taken from my grandfather’s camera, but they are sitting in a drawer in my living room. I don’t know if it is fear or what, but they have been sitting there for more than a year, waiting to be developed. And, I know that one or two rolls will not be enough for a strong series of work, so I need to keep photographing. But, I’m not. I can give you many many reasons. I don’t have the time, the energy, I have a lot of things on my plate right now. But, I am figuring out at this moment that I am afraid. I am afraid to say goodbye.
But, there is hope for me. About 15 minutes ago I discovered Briony Campbell and the dad project. She used photography to cope with her dying father. The artist also created a film which may be viewed HERE. The work is honest, soft, natural, heartfelt and very inspirational. Just what I needed.
Briony Campbell, photographer
I haven’t been able to work up the nerve to toss these lovelys into the compost bin. They are slowly disappearing on their own. A different picture everyday.
The pink and yellow tulips of last week are slowly crinkling to nothingness. They are at the point where they are changing by the hour. A sadness is starting to seep over the room, but I don’t want to let them go yet.
This morning as I stumbled around the kitchen trying to put a cup of coffee together I noticed the beauty that the crumbs of broccoli can sometimes leave behind.
A clear sign that I haven’t done enough running lately.
I have been reminiscing and daydreaming lately about my wedding day. One of my best friends recently got engaged and my brother is getting married in a little over a week. My friend Mark was so right when he said attending a wedding will never be the same after I was married. And my college roommate Katrina was right when she told me she would love to relive the day over and over again, but since you can’t, take it all in the best you can.
I am happy I decided to go with Lavender for my wedding bouquet. Not only is it pretty much everlasting (great symbolism for a wedding) but I have a smell memory now. Every time I catch a whiff of lavender I think of inhaling it while I wept happy tears as I walked down the aisle to meet my very-soon-to-be-husband.
So, yesterday I came home to a bouquet of pink and yellow tulips. I was told they were for “Just being me.” Sweetheart.
Adding an object, especially one of vibrant color causes a great deal of shifting in space, light, and mood.
