A few weeks ago the boy and I headed to his parents’ farm for a quick little visit. I have blogged about the farm before (here, here, and here, to name a few), but this place has started to take hold of a little piece of my heart. It can be rather desolate and empty at times; the only noises you hear are cows, birds, and the occasional farm equipment running, and the dirt roads around the farm seem to go on forever. Evenings and mornings there can be absolutely stunning, and even though I have photographed a decent amount there I feel like I have barely scratched the surface. On top of that, it changes so much depending on the season that there is always something fresh the photograph. Late spring and early summer are probably my favorite times to be there (which also tends to be true of most locations for me), and since this has been a mostly cool and fairly wet spring/summer so far, things were extra beautiful (aka very green and lush). Earlier this spring however, the weather was not so ideal. The higher temps and lack of rain left the wheat (my favorite part of the farm) very short and not as great as normal for photographs.
The day that we got there was cool and rather perfect early in the evening, so we sat out on the deck for a while before the sun dipped low and things got too chilly. Scott practiced guitar, and I wandered the farm taking pictures in the beautiful light. It was lovely.
Last weekend I went home to Minnesota to be with my family right after my grandma passed away. It was so nice being home with family, and Minnesota in the spring is one of my favorite places on earth. My parents’ yard is amazing; I am so incredibly lucky to be able to call this my home, and to have grown up there.
It had been a while since I was home during this time of the year, and it was interesting to see the difference in seasons between Kansas and Minnesota. In Minnesota everything had just started to bloom, and the leaves were just starting to get full on the trees. Spring in Kansas was long gone though; the tulips and lilacs had been done blooming for weeks, and the leaves had already started to become the dark green of summer.
At the funeral for my grandma the pastor mentioned that she had told him that after the incredibly harsh winter Minnesota had this year, she really wanted to live long enough to see the leaves on the trees and hot weather again. So as I sat on the back patio looking at the trees in the backyard, the leaves and the bright green of my surroundings meant even more to me.
As promised, here are (almost) all of the images I took with my phone while in New York City.
This church was directly across the street from the bed and breakfast that we stayed at in Chelsea. I was in awe every time I walked outside.
Maria Lassnig at MoMa PS1.
The International Print Center. From the High Line.
Seen on the High Line. The Frick Collection. The Light in the Frick was absolutely incredible, hence the long series just from there. Charline von Heyl at The Whitney Biennial.
More from The Whitney Biennial (I cannot recall the artist though). The largest camera obscura I have ever experienced. This was by far one of my favorite things from the entire trip. I could have sat in that room for hours, and was wishing I had my tripod with so I could do a long exposure and show it off properly. The Whitney permanent collection. Mira Schendel at the Hauser & Wirth Gallery. It is tough to see what exactly is going on in this image, but these drawings were between layers of plexiglass and then suspended from the ceiling. They were all on different planes, so depending on the angle you were looking the entire composition looked different. The red square was actually a ways behind and off to the right of the others as well. It was another one of my favorites from the trip. Another piece by Mira Schendel. This room was filled with fishing line suspended from the ceiling. It was quite surreal. The Guggenheim of course. And from our flight home.
Time for more images from NYC! Day Three was spent at The Guggenheim, and then at The Whitney Museum for the Whitney Biennial. The amount of art that we saw that day still makes my head hurt a little when I think about it. It was a bit overwhelming even. I didn’t take out my camera at all in the museums, but did take lots of photographs on my phone and plan to do a post of entirely mobile images, so check back for that soon.
That night a small group of us went on an adventure to Times Square. While looking at these photographs I realized that I like cities for the same reason that I love towering forests of trees; I adore being dwarfed by the things that surround me. The massive buildings of big cities make me feel so small, and so do the trees in old, dense forests. Granted, each place has a different impact on me, and I absolutely need a balance of the two, but for some odd reason I truly enjoy feeling small because of the setting I’m in.
I didn’t take any images on my camera really on day four, so I will skip ahead to our last day in New York. Our last day was a free day for us, and since my head was still spinning from all the art, fellow photography grad Myra and I decided to take the day off from art and museum. We walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, and adventured in Central Park a little bit more, just enjoying the nice weather and our last bit of time in the city.
I will be posting two more sets from our trip, one as I mentioned will be all mobile images, and the other will be Polaroids I shot while there. I’m hoping to get those up as soon as possible because I have lots more (and more recent) to share!