Sara and ginkgo

My friend Sara has a tattoo of ginkgo leaves on her right upper arm and shoulder. It’s delicate, natural, subtle. It seems as if it’s been there her whole life. Last month, I visited her in New York and we went to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. As we were walking around I noticed a ginkgo tree and placed her under it to make this portrait of her. I asked her to describe her tattoo, and this is what she had to say:

“Throughout my life I have been told I have a good memory. This plagues me since both of my grandmothers have and had Alzheimer’s. The ginkgo represents memory, but it goes deeper than that. I have a background in landscape architecture and it is one of my favorite trees for its grace and beauty. It is one of the oldest on the planet and it does really well in urban polluted environments. It’s resilient. My inner arm that you can’t see is for my dog that I lost at the beginning of last year. For the public my tattoo is for beautiful memories and the inner arm is where I keep them close.”

Sara under ginkgo at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.

Sara under the ginkgo at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.

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evidence of some of my adventures from last sunday. garage sale. apartment building of estate sale. walking back from seeing 500 days of summer. pink and paths converge in the most unlikely ways. but somehow it always happens like that. for me, anyway. it is an afterthought. perhaps it is all in the editing. dunno and i don’t expect to learn anytime soon, truthfully.


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i have been having fun with the leica m8 as of late. one thing i have noticed, however, is a chromatic aberration with the blown out parts of the picture (seen here in the top lightbulb). not sure why it happens–i have used the m8 before with a different lens and it didn’t do this.



jesse is cool. he’s a sensitive and introspective photographer and he is also happens to be my boss (a great boss!) he always makes sure that i get the most out of everything that he bosses me to do (he’s my boss, remember?). he loves music and most of the good music i know i found out from him. he also buys me lunch and coffee sometimes (because he’s nice and i’m poor). what a guy!

see some of his work at his website:

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