Thursday, January 26, 2017

Resist: Images from the Streets

Images from the 2017 NY Women's March (where an estimated 250,000 people took to the streets) and the Writers Resist action outside of the New York Public Library. 

Writers Resist - Outside of the NY Public Library on 42nd Street and 5th Avenue. 

Youth standing up for women's rights and reproductive health, outside of the New York Public Library during the 2017 Women's March. 

Marchers dropped their signs outside of the New York Public Library on 42nd Street - creating a collage of messages representing the goals and demands of the NY marchers. 

A poet holds up a sign outside of the New York Public Library during the Writers Resist action. 

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Jesse's Headshots

I had the privilege of taking headshots for the talented actor, poet and performer, Jesse Krebs. They are one of NYC's fiercest activist/poets I can think of. Jesse is also a co-founder of a new theatre collective called Theatre Who, which will be debuting new work in 2017. 

Monday, May 30, 2016

Shooting Animals at the Bronx Zoo

Ryan and I spent our Memorial Day weekend at the Bronx Zoo. I can't miss an opportunity to shoot these beautiful creatures... with my camera. We love seeing the animals up close and are especially enamored by the gorilla exhibit. Watching the children interact with the gorillas through the glass was pretty special. This was our first time at the zoo in about four years. We will not be waiting another four years to return. 

Children interacting with silverback gorilla. 

Another photo of a child with the silverback gorilla. 

Comparing feet and arms. 

Peafowl. We learned that male peafowl are peacocks and females are peahens. The babies are peachicks. 

Sleeping monkey. 

Red panda. 

Nile crocodile. 

Lion basking in the sun. 

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Jersey Fresh Photos

One day I'd love to publish a photo book of images of the Jersey Shore I've taken over the years... because there are many. However, these are my favorite from 2015. At some point in the new year I will figure out a brilliant way to organize all of these photos on a hard drive or computer. Right now they remain scattered on multiple hard drives, in multiple places and on multiple computers.

Allenhurst, NJ. 

Allenhurst, NJ. 

Allenhurst, NJ.

Kids playing in the water on Thanksgiving. I've never experienced the warm weather that what we've been having this fall and winter in my entire life. I imagine since winter is just beginning, things will change. The rumor is Christmas Day it will reach 75 degrees. Forget ice skating, we're going to the beach! 

Christmas trees replace palm trees. Allenhurst, NJ. 

Sandy Hook, NJ.

Elberon, NJ. 

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Thanksgiving 2015

... for old friends and new friends, family and found family; because I call NYC home but am a citizen of the world; because I have options, the privilege to do what I love everyday and follow my passion(s) in whatever form they take; for the privilege to tell stories for a living; for health, happiness, joy and community; because after years of struggling I got to a place where I'm generally content with who I am; for access to resources; for good food, good art and the deep/transformative conversations that come with these things; for students who teach me more than I could possibly teach them; that we live in an age where social media keeps me close to loved ones despite distance and most of all because more times than I can say in a week I find myself wondering how I got so lucky to be surrounded by such bold, brave, bright and truly inspiring humans ... I am truly grateful today and everyday.

Photo by Ashley Marinaccio - November, 2015

Saturday, October 3, 2015

The Big Move

We *finally* did it. 

We've only been talking about it for two years and at times had taken slow baby steps towards possibly living together. In retrospect, it happened quickly... or maybe we just acted on it quickly. We solidified the plan to go forward with "the big move" while I was in Sarajevo so when I got home I had about 2 weeks to pack everything up but since I procrastinate, I did it in about 4 days. To be honest, we tried to push it back until January but Patrick had already found someone to take my spot for October so it was time for me to leave the Harlem nest. 

Ryan and I are learning how to live together. I think the biggest adjustment for me will be learning how to live with a partner as opposed to a roommate. Ryan has already reminded me of this a few times. He's wise like that. In addition to sharing a studio (which for two only children has been a challenge), we're at the beginning of sharing our lives... which is huge. We are figuring out how to both be together and alone in such a small space. We are also realizing that despite major concerns about the two of us living in a studio apartment, we have adjusted the space to make it work. It's now a very different space than it was a week ago when it was just Ryan here. 

The move has reminded me of my privilege - not only to live in Chelsea but looking at all the *stuff* I've accumulated over the years, and throwing away so many items for no reason other than not having space to keep it. I donated most of it - but by the end, a lot of decent furniture had to be curbed due to space constraints. By day three all sentimentality had gone out the window and I was throwing everything out. 

I've been thinking a lot about the value and meaning that we place on objects. I keep so many items to feel connected with a person, place or space. I'm trying to figure out how to be connected without accumulating *stuff*. I think that may be why I'm so drawn to photography, especially as I get older... it's the idea of holding on to a memory, a person, a place, a space. Maybe some of these things aren't meant to be physically held on to. 

In the whirlwind that has been the last 72 hours, I managed to run around the neighborhood and take some final photos on my phone, as my camera was packed. 

No matter where I go, I always manage to find a piece of nature and get attached. I named her the magic tree and I will miss her. I'd look at her every morning. After the long winter, I'd jump out of bed every morning to see if there were buds on the branches and count the weeks until spring. She turns a beautiful gold in the fall. In fact, her top was just starting to turn. Somewhere in my archive of photos I have a photo of her in each season. I hope the new occupier of 127 enjoys her as much as I have. 

One last photo of the neighborhood - 127 and St. Nicholas Avenue. 

The corner of 127 and the Terrace. 

Patrick took this of me. I look sad and nostalgic but I was actually admiring the space without stuff in it and listening to the echo of my voice singing Regina Spektor songs bounce off the wall.

My babies found their new home. 

Let's face it... now that *most* of my books have been shelved, I'm feeling at home. We still have boxes everywhere but we've managed to carve out pockets of what will be a lovely new home. We've rearranged furniture and are loading our walls with art, photography and tapestries. The goal is to have most everything done so we can have folks over for dinner next weekend. 

Onwards and upwards... 

Tomorrow I will start searching Chelsea for my new slice of nature to fall in love with. I have a feeling the High Line will help me out...