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ruth gruber
“My only regret is not doing enough.” That answer not only floored me, but totally inspired me. The question was proposed by a young woman in the audience. “Mrs. Gruber, If you’d look back over your life…do you have any regrets?” I can’t get that response out of my head, nor do I want to.
Here’s a woman that’s 101 years old that experienced and accomplished more by the time she was in her mid-twenties than so many of us in an entire lifetime. She became the youngest PhD in the world (accomplished in one year) before going on to become an international foreign correspondent at the age of 24. And she was just getting started!
A famed journalist, photographer, author of 19 books, humanitarian and a former U.S. government official, she was born in Brooklyn with the love of adventure. Add that to fearlessness and powerful intellect! In her thirties she escorted Holocaust refugees to America, covered the Nuremberg trials, and documented the ship Exodus while making an attempt to deliver 4,500 Jewish refugees first to Cyprus, then to Britain and then to France before heading back to Germany. While aboard the prison ship, she photographed the refugees confined in wire cages. (Which by the way is currently being exhibited at Soho Photo here in NYC this month!)
I was fortunate to attend the screening of the documentary “Ahead of Time” of Gruber’s life from 1911 to 1947. Held at the Shearith Israel, home to the first Jewish congregation in the United States, now 350 years old. (Just an added bonus!) She answered questions for thirty minutes or so before her book signing, “Witness,” an account of what she witnessed up close and personal on her assignments.
Asked if she was working on any new projects and Gruber was quick to answer, “Yes, just yesterday I met with someone who wants to work on a project in Haiti….” (Really??? At 101??) When asked the best piece of advice she ever received? “Take photographs with your heart…”
It’s been a few days since the screening, but I just can’t forget those words…“My only regret is not doing enough.” Oh, how we all can do so much more. So much more…
the long road ahead…
The Road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can,
pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
J.R.R. Tolkien, author of the epic fantasy, The Lord of the Rings.
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(This is a series of posts on Jan Phillips’ book, God is at Eye Level, Photography as a Healing Art.
For an intro check out the first post here.)
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New Images for a New World
Chapter eight of Jan Phillip’s book talks about how our images are teaching tools. Honestly, I hadn’t really thought about the root meaning of the word document (docere) is “to teach” so this is a timely chapter as I continue my quest to document my father’s battle with Alzheimer’s. Often when I tell people that I’m working on this project the immediate question is “How do you photograph something that’s happening inside their brain?” The above photo was captured on one of our walks on the farm, and when I saw the gravelled road laid out in front of him through my lens, the thoughts of his life ahead of him spoke volumes to me. What does he think as he walks on the land that he’s loved and tilled for over sixty years? Or when he sits in the sun in the living room and looks out the window for hours in total quietness? Or at night when he sits in his lazy-boy chair and says…Can we go home tomorrow?
To me this is the true meaning of photography; the ability to create an emotion. An image that can change the way we think, move us to tears or laughter, or to action. Jan phrased it perfectly for me. “When we set out to document something, we are tasked with revealing the essence, the true spirit of it, as we see it and feel it in our bones; for the more truth a photo contains, the more potential it has to touch the heart.”
She closes the chapter with a profound statement that all of us can use in our photography… “Every time we ‘load a roll of film into our cameras’ we can choose to contribute something valuable to the global family album or add to the stockpile of meaningless imagery.“ Wow.
Next up: Chapter Nine – Life Seeking Life
Joining in for the very first time? Catch up on the previous chapters!
Chapter One – Through the Eyes of a Child
Chapter Two – Seeing Our Way Clear
Chapter Three – Shifting the Focus
Chapter Four - Looking Like No Other
Chapter Five – Portrait of a Soul
Posted in Alzheimer's, Books, Family/Friends, Photography, Virginia
Also tagged alzheimer's, farm, God is at Eye Level, Jan Phillips, Photography as a Healing Art
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feet
I hate my feet. Ever since I remember my feet, they’ve been ugly to me. My guess is this all started around those teenage years when you really start caring about those kinds of things… But anyway, several years ago, my dad and I were chatting about who got what in the family and so the discussion ensued about our feet. If there’s one trait that I received from my father, it’s his feet. Wide feet + Hereditary Bunions = Ugly Feet, in my opinion. (Now don’t start thinking…oh your feet aren’t that ugly…I know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, ha!)
But let me back up so you understand why I’m posting about feet. Recently, I signed up for an on-line course Unravelling with Susannah Conway. A way to use journaling and photography to get to know the “me” that is hidden inside, a way to reconnect with “myself.” I love these kind of exercises because I think we can all learn something about ourselves that will help us as we move along in life. So here we go. Assignment – Week One: FEET. Oh god, I’m down before I even get out the gate! But then I think how lucky am I? I could have missing toes, a club foot, or no feet at all!! Your feet have carried you through all these years! Stop your whining! But then I easily return to…I hate my feet.
This past week was quality time on the farm in Virginia with my parents. Bingo! For my first assignment, I’ll take photos with my dad’s 86 year old feet beside of mine. My dad thought this was so funny and couldn’t understand why someone would want photos of their feet! Of course he doesn’t remember that discussion years ago because he now has Alzheimer’s. But when I looked at this photograph, both the stair steps and our feet really spoke to me. It made me realize how special my feet are because I do have my dad’s feet. I’ll be able to take this with me until I can no longer remember…and what a wonderful thing that is! Now when I look at my feet, I’ll think about him and all the long days he spent working the farm and standing to sell our fruits and vegetables to make our family a living.
Will I ever hate my feet again? Probably so, but I do know this exercise has given me a new outlook and now when I look at my feet, I’ll think of him and how proud I am to be the owners of these feet…a symbol of an incredible legacy within my family. Thank you Dad!♥
Cross-posted over at Vision and Verb - where a collaborative group of like-minded women
from all over the world share their passion for photography and the written word.
Posted in Family/Friends, Photography, Virginia
Also tagged farm, Feet, journaling, Susannah Conway, Unravelling, virginia, Vision and Verb
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beginnings ~1/52~
Always up for a challenge, I’m joining in on Bella Cirovic’s 52 photo projects. For 52 weeks, she provides a photo prompt and we display our work and meet others with the same shared passion. So this week is week 1 of 52! And here we go!
Her first prompt of the “new year” is about beginnings…What are you beginning right now?, she asked. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about printing my photographs. I love creating and sharing (posting to my blog) but I find that most of my work is hoarded and buried deep into my hard-drive. I recently read an article and kept a portion of it as a reminder. Unfortunately the author’s name escaped me, but what was said really opened my eyes to the importance of printing. “We need to print it, look at it, live with it, and react to it. And we need to share it. The downfall of the digital revolution is that so much of our work never makes it past the pixels.”
So with that reminder and Bella’s prompt this week, I WILL PRINT! I’m looking forward to sharing the other 51 prompts with you as well, so I hope you’ll follow along! Have you started doing something new lately? Would love to hear about it!
Posted in 52 Photo Projects, Community Gardens, Photography
Also tagged 52 Photo Projects, Bella Cirovic, community garden, Dias y Flores, NYC
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community
For those not as familiar with the neighborhoods of Manhattan, in the lower east part of the island is an area called the East Village. To me, and many others, it’s the real New York. Within the East Village is a smaller neighborhood called Alphabet City. (Its name comes from Avenues A, B, C, and D, the only avenues in Manhattan to have single-letter names.) It’s an area that I’ve chosen to get to know at a more intimate level by spending hours walking and discovering the many treasures it has to offer. A little funk, a little grunge, sometimes gritty, but real neighborhoods with diversity galore…and a plethora of beautiful small community gardens, many the oldest in New York City.
It wasn’t until the purchase of Grace Tankersely’s guide book on the Community Gardens of the East Village and my own conversations with garden members did I begin to understand the history and the meaning of these gardens.
Looking back, during the 70′s when NYC was on the verge of bankruptcy, there were budget cuts (police, sanitation, fire departments) and building owners abandoned their properties left and right. By default, these areas became city owned and because of their own financial issues they were unable to care for them. Eventually torn down, these areas attracted the homeless, drug addicts, rats, along with increased violence. But what it also brought was a sense of community with neighbors coming together to clean up these abandoned areas. A neighborhood group, the Green Guerrillas, created their own garden and began helping others who wanted to do the same.
With community gardens on the rise, gardeners worked with the city and in the late 70′s an organization was formed called Operation GreenThumb. One year leases were then drawn up for the gardens on city-owned land. Over the years the gardens brought a sense of community; a place for neighbors to meet, for children to play, for weddings, birthday parties and celebrations.
But then came the 1990′s, real estate boomed and gardens were sold. Neighborhoods exploded with public meetings, movements, lawsuits, and according to Tankersely’s book, even chaining themselves to bulldozers to preserve their gardens. In 1999, 114 community gardens all over New York City were put on the auction block. Imagine the intensity when at the very last minute the gardens were purchased by two groups, the Trust for Public Land and Bette Midler’s New York Restoration Project. A few years later an agreement was reached resulting in the Department of Parks and Recreation taking ownership as long as the gardens remained active.
Of course there’s way more to this story and Tankersely does an excellent job providing the details in her book. But the bottom line to keep a garden active requires time, energy and money…all from volunteers. If you’ve been part of a volunteer group you know that brings its own set of problems. People come and go, often leaving a few to do all the work. There’s varying opinions, cultural differences, struggles to raise funds to keep the gardens going…and time needed, lots and lots of time. (If you’ve ever had a backyard or a vegetable garden you know.) I don’t have a full understanding of the leases that are held with these gardens, but I’m sure as I explore and chat with gardeners during the summer months, I’ll walk away with increased knowledge of how these treasures will (hopefully) continue to bring that sense of community for generations to come.
In future posts, I’m excited to share with you my photography and my discussions with the interesting and ever so eclectic group of garden members in this little community of Alphabet City.
Posted in Community Gardens, Local sights
Also tagged Alphabet City, Bette Midler, community garden, Community Gardens of the East Village, Department of Parks and Recreation, East Village, Grace Tankersley, Green Guerillas, manhattan, New York Restoration Project, NYC, Operation GreenThumb, Trust for Public Land
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photography as a healing art – chapter five
Portrait of a Soul
(This is a series of posts on Jan Phillips’ book, God is at Eye Level, Photography as a Healing Art. For an intro check out the first post here.)
Still reflecting on the importance of the connection or relationship in photography, the author takes it a step further in chapter five by discussing the body language that speaks our inner voice, conversing through the language of eyes and smiles. “My portraits grew out of this closeness and expressed the intimacy from which they emerged.”
For me, taking portraits of people that I don’t know is challenging, particularly street photography. I’m not the “in your face” type photographer. Don’t get me wrong, with a fabulous zoom lens I do use it occasionally for capturing people, but it lacks the connection for me, it lacks the soul connection.
A few days ago while exploring the East Village here in NYC, my eyes always constantly looking at locations and evaluating their potential for a portrait capture, I came across a street with some incredible murals. Sitting there in front of this work of art was a man just hanging out, minding his own business and voila – the PERFECT scenario for a portrait shot.
But as mentioned, it’s very difficult for me to just shove my camera in his face. So by using “the language of eyes and smiles” we exchanged pleasantries and ended up sitting together for a half hour or so while I learned that Ron is a street person and has lived all over the boroughs of New York City.
He was quite the talker and we chatted for a while about my passion for photography. He was so intrigued about digital photography and just couldn’t grasp the fact that you didn’t need film and a dark room to view the finished product. When preparing to leave, he was quick to invite me back…”Oh, I’m always in the hood, come back and see me…you’ll find me…”
As Phillips’ states, “I wanted to interact with them, and I wanted my images to reflect some connection, no matter how brief or limited. That connection was the healing part, the place where I learned time and again that it is not language or custom or creed that unites us, but the spirit within that’s common to us all.“
Well said, Ms. Phillips, well said.
Next week: Chapter Six – Speaking our Peace
Joining in for the first time? Catch up on the previous chapters!
Chapter One – Through the Eyes of a Child
Chapter Two – Seeing Our Way Clear
Posted in People, Photography, Public Art
Also tagged East Village, God is at Eye Level, Jan Phillips, NYC, Photography as a Healing Art
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score!
Pulled directly from my January post of intentions for 2012…Experimenting and getting out of my comfort zone…I intend to be diligent in getting my photography out in the world and not just posting on my blog. I’ve joined several groups on Flickr and look forward to feedback from other photographers. I intend to share more of my photography thoughts, challenges, successes as well as failures…as I continue to blog about living in NYC (and the Sonoran desert and the farm!) and traveling the world.
Ask…and you shall receive! How exciting to be asked to join as the 20th contributor (score!) in a group of extraordinary, diverse women from all over the world who share their creative skills and imagination in a place called Vision and Verb! How wonderful to be in an era that through the universe of the world wide web, kindred souls meet and relationships develop. I’ve watched for a while now as these 19 women from all over the world (the Netherlands, Tanzania, Italy, Sweden, Slovenia, the UK, Canada as well as various areas of the USA) have gathered together to support each other and share life’s lessons, challenges and wisdom.
So thank you Vision and Verb for taking in a newbie, trusting that she’ll be a good fit, and your willingness to share with yet another woman of this mid-life age! I promise not to disappoint!
photography as a healing art – chapter four
Looking Like No Other
(This is a series of posts on Jan Phillips’ book, God is at Eye Level, Photography as a Healing Art. For an intro check out the first post here.)
Phillips’ chapter four showcases the importance of the relationship between the photographer and the person on the other side of the lens. Well the “relationship” or “connecting” has certainly come full circle in my life.
When I think back to my corporate days, part of my success was my awareness and my ability to relate to all kinds and all levels of people. It didn’t matter if the person was an entry level clerk or the president of a fortune 500 company, or if the person was white, black, hispanic, christian or a muslim…I had the innate ability to connect with them. I know this “gift” of mine began at age six when I would go with my father to sell our farm produce at the city market. Our customer could be the president of the local bank who wanted an apple for lunch, a mother who wanted fresh produce to prepare meals for her family for the week or a wino wanting to buy a tomato to go with his bottle. It was during those years that this gift was developed and honed and later became a key ingredient to my corporate success. And it makes so much sense to what a critical role it plays in photography.
As photographers we all can have the exact same subject matter, but our captured images be totally different. It all has to do with connections, feelings and trust. During my first year or two of photographing this wasn’t obvious to me. I would shoot quickly (and often still do – working on that!) not wanting to take up their time or bring attention to myself. Now I’m learning to feel what Phillips explains…it’s that decisive moment, that whole that contains all the parts and nothing else….waiting for the moment when heart and mind and eye comes together on the same axis. What shows up in the photographs could not have existed without me. What shows up in those faces is there because of who I am, because of how I revered them and how they perceived and responded to that reverence.
Creating art could not exist without us. Whether we probe deeply or just skim the surface. The results stems from the passion of our uniqueness and interactions in the world. Phillips’ ends the chapter with this heartfelt sentence…All we have to do is let it go, give it voice, have it be the source of all our seeing. Now that is key to healing in my book.
Next week: Chapter Five – Portrait of a Soul
Joining in for the first time? Catch up on the previous chapters!
Chapter One – Through the Eyes of a Child
Posted in Photography
Also tagged central park, God is at Eye Level, healing, Jan Phillips, Photography as a Healing Art
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renewed faith
Have you ever been to an event that renews your faith? Well Saturday my faith was renewed in a group of teenagers and their parents.
Professional Women’s Photography (PWP) hosts an annual event (it’s 8th year!) that’s open to New York metropolitan area high school students. (Girls only of course!) An opportunity to see first hand what’s in the heads of teenagers these days when it comes to abstract photography. They didn’t disappoint!
Helping with the exhibit set-up was an opportunity to “give back” by sharing my time and there’s nothing like working in a committee to get to know others and learn the dynamics of the group. It always takes a village to pull these events off and afterward there’s such a good feeling when you know you’ve been a small part of it and not just showing up for the event even though that’s important too. All good stuff!
Now back to why my faith was renewed. These kids were nice. They had manners. They were gracious. Their parents were present. They were supportive and excited for their child. They spent time. There was no feeling they were in a hurry. They hung out. When I would join in and ask them about their photo, both the teenager and their parents were ecstatic. Their eyes would light up. Smiles would reach from ear to ear. Words would flow. Their enthusiasm and confidence took center stage. And yes, at home the teenagers could be little monsters, worrying their parents silly and the parents may often be disengaged…but on Saturday someone had taught them all something and what a pleasure to experience it firsthand!
Such a warm, feel good afternoon. I can’t wait for next year!
Posted in Events, People, Photography
Also tagged abstract photography, New York, Professional Women Photographers
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impressionist photography
A year or so ago, Eva Polak’s impressionist photography captured my heart. In our quest for tack sharp photos, often a lack of focus better captures a feeling or experience rather than the reality. At least to a few of us. I realize not everyone likes this type of photography and that’s OK. That’s what makes our art world go round, right?
One afternoon in the quest to learn more, the ICP (International Center of Photography) library here in NYC became my research headquarters to find other photographers who also enjoyed this type of photographic creativity. It was there I “met” Bill Jacobson and Dubi Roman. Between Polak, Roman and Jacobson’s work, their approach mesmerized me, their ability to forget rules and concepts of traditional photography when the right setting would bring about the right opportunity. As Polak mentions…In time and with practice, the technical and creative abilities you develop can ultimately be used intuitively… Oh, how I agree. After playing around (no filters, no computer manipulation) with impressionist photography for over a year now, there’s an intuitive sense when I run across subject matter ripe for this type of capture. I can’t explain it, but once you get it, you got it and you know it when you see it.
I’m curious how you feel about impressionist photography or how some describe as “soft focus” photography?
A few of my favorites captured over the past year….
Posted in Central Park, Hudson River, Photography
Also tagged Bill Jacobson, central park, desert, Dubi Roman, Eva Polak, Hudson River, ICP, impressionist photography, International Center of Photography
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