Tuesday, August 28, 2012

iPhone on a Journey

I take my iPhone with me everywhere. It's in my purse, my camera bag, my pocket. I never leave home without it and when I think that I have, I panic.
Sound familiar?
I do have a reason for it, though, and it's not just to stay connected when I (travel, shop, photograph, eat lunch) but it's to capture everything about the moments around me and the world as I see it. I cannot walk by a barn, a wall, a flower, a sunset, a tree - you name it - without letting it impact me and thus trying to catch it in a way that impacts others. It's just what I do.
A few weeks ago I taught a class on iPhone photography at the Turner Center for the Arts in Valdosta GA. In addition to it being a lot of fun (yes, I love to teach, this is not news) it also gave me reason to go through my 3,500 iPhone photos from the first gen phone that I had to the current version that I carry, and choose some of my favorites, my most interesting, my most moving moments that I may have caught with my SLR as well, or I may not have caught at all if I hadn't had my phone.
Here's six minutes of my best - and yes, ALL of these were taken with my iPhone.

Enjoy the journey!

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Love, Loss and Longing

Whenever I return from a trip, with a stretch of time unfolding before me where no travel is planned, I definitely start longing for the next departure. It seems I am ever trying to fulfill an adventurous side to me that cannot really be satisfied. The list of destinations I want to go grows more endless the more I see. The unknown beckons from states and countries I've yet to explore, cities whose names I cannot even pronounce, foods that I cannot even describe for I've never tasted such a feast. Picture postcard places await me; sunrises and sunsets over mountains, seas and plains rise and set, waiting for me to drink in the view. I'm always asking - what's next? It's not that I am discontent, exactly. Not with my life. Not with my home. Not with my family. Definitely not with my work {passion}. But I am discontent with how short life really is and how, with every birthday, I get closer to what - the end? the beginning? the balance? Yes, life is short - a realization that comes not just from poets waxing on or actors doling out the advice in cliched movie scripts, but from knowing it to be true. From having experienced love and loss at an early age. And I expect that's part of what drives me to be, to do, to dare, to dream. But it also spurs me on to find the balance in between. Because while I am playing, absorbing, deciding on the next horizon, I am also always, inevitably, turning towards home. Which really isn't such a bad direction to be headed.

 Rockport, MA (recent journey)

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Traffic, Travel and Prizes {just my life}

Just the other day, as I was driving in Boston en route to a portrait session, I realized that I travel. A lot. Like, a really lot. And I have had opportunities in the last 2 1/2 years that have been incredible. Mind blowing. Delicious. And in all of my love for travel, I sort of forget how often I go. And how many places I’ve gone. Because the list of places I want to go never seems to get any shorter : ) However, the reason I got to thinking along these lines wasn’t because I wanted a real “hooray for me and travel” moment, it was because I was sitting in traffic and my mind was wandering and I started wondering how many of the top 10 US cities I’ve sat in traffic in (turns out only 4). Yes, this is what occupies me when I am stuck on highways and byways.

When I got home, I decided to do a little fingertip research (aka google) on the 50 largest US cities so I could discern 1) how many have I driven in in the last 2 1/2 years and 2) how many I have traveled to for the sole purpose of photographing clients in the last 2 1/2 years.
So, according to Wikipedia, the largest US Cities (2011), by population, are below. In the last 2 1/2 years I have driven (personally at the wheel) in or through 16 of them. And I have traveled to 14 of them purely for photographic purposes. In two and a half years! How very, very cool is that?

So now, a little trivia for a prize : )
Can you guess (and post on my blog in comments below)
1) Any 2 out of the 5 states (among these listed below) that I have never been to for the purpose of photographing clients (impress me by getting all 5!) and
2) Which city was I stuck in traffic in for the longest (hint: it’s in the top 15).
The winner gets a $50 studio credit for Photography by Jacquelynn Buck good towards either a one-on-one mentoring (for photographers) OR a portrait session/purchase (for clients)! Contest closes on Friday August 3rd at midnight!

1 New York City New York 2 Los Angeles California 3 Chicago Illinois 4 Houston Texas 5 Philadelphia Pennsylvania 6 Phoenix Arizona 7 San Antonio Texas 8 San Diego California 9 Dallas Texas 10 San Jose California 11 Jacksonville Florida 12 Indianapolis Indiana 13 Austin Texas 14 San Francisco California 15 Columbus Ohio 16 Fort Worth Texas 17 Charlotte North Carolina 18 Detroit Michigan 19 El Paso Texas 20 Memphis Tennessee 21 Boston Massachusetts 22 Seattle Washington 23 Denver Colorado 24 Baltimore Maryland 25 Washington District of Columbia 26 Nashville Tennessee 27 Louisville Kentucky 28 Milwaukee Wisconsin 29 Portland Oregon 30 Oklahoma City Oklahoma 31 Las Vegas Nevada 32 Albuquerque New Mexico 33 Tucson Arizona 34 Fresno California 35 Sacramento California 36 Long Beach California 37 Kansas City Missouri 38 Mesa Arizona 39 Virginia Beach Virginia 40 Atlanta Georgia 41 Colorado Springs Colorado 42 Raleigh North Carolina 43 Omaha Nebraska 44 Miami Florida 45 Tulsa Oklahoma 46 Oakland California 47 Cleveland Ohio 48 Minneapolis Minnesota 49 Wichita Kansas 50 Arlington Texas

Friday, July 6, 2012

Rockport, MA

It was a thrilling four day affair in New England and I jammed it all in, in between portrait sessions and a wedding of course! But it was fantastic to get the flavor of a few breezy coastal towns, loaded with historical significance, ah-MAY-zing seafood, and a patriotic undercurrent that was palpable. I will absolutely be back!

And now, Rockport!!

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Desertscapes {new mexico}

Once upon a time there was an East Coast girl who caught a flight to Las Vegas. As the plane made its final approach over the barren, brown, beautiful landscape that same girl fell in love. And ever since that moment, four years ago, she has been fascinated with the ever changing, ever the same, muted and caramel tones of the desert.

I am that girl. And this is my fascination. I always believed I was a beach girl - longing for the ocean and the sand between my toes. Because that was all I knew. And when I'm there, I am. But when I'm not, when, instead, I am here, surrounded by mountains, embraced by open plains, calf deep in sage and cactus and brittle scrub, I think, I wonder, if this is my place.

Perhaps there isn't one location I can truly say is mine. I know there isn't a place, yet, that I can truly call home. So in the mean time, as the journey continues, as the winds of change and adventure blow me hither and yon, I'll continue to fall for the majesty of the mountains, the stark openness of the desert, and the endless expanse of the seas, until I can finally, if ever, find the ones that suits me best.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Germany {Wurzburg}

Wurzburg was delightful for so many reasons. First, the drinking on the bridge. It was, in a word, intoxicating. For a small 10 Euro deposit, you could take a glass (or five) of some of the most crisp, refreshing, delicious Riesling wine and stroll, beverage in hand, as far as your feet (and whimsy) would wander. Sunset was the most popular time, not surprisingly, and the views were spectacular. Leaning on the stone bridge that predates most of the oldest structures in the US by hundreds more years, gazing above at the castle, watching the sun set over the sparkling river beneath - this was by far the most enchanting and truly European moments we had on this journey. And if the views ever failed to impress, the people watching surely did not. Travelers from all countries, all continents, all ages and genders and races, voices mixed in a cacophony of white noise, no one language more dominant or intelligible than another, relaxing on ancient statues, among ancient views, proved once and for all that the only necessary common ground for creating peace is alcohol (ok, and a breathtaking view).


Second, Wurzburg was delightful because of the drinking in the cafes. And bars. And restaurants. : ) OK, yes. But more than that - it was the time spent with friends. Our two nights were short, but this was the most well-toured of all the locations we visited, and enhanced because we met my long-time friend (more than 16 years running) Canci and her husband Ronald (and their new addition Tristan). And together we played tourist to the max. We walked the entire city several times over, checked out the market, hauled the stroller up the steep, long, winding road to the castle at the top where the views (and the wine) were amazing, visited the restructured political residence, strolled the gardens that were in full fall splendor, and deliriously enjoyed the rare sunshine and crisp weather. And we ate. I wouldn't be lying if I told you that every time I post a picture of a pretzel from this trip, I long for just one more taste. Warm, doughy on the inside, crisp and salty on the outside, and better than any other pretzel I've ever had. Ever. And I've had a lot of pretzels (coming from Pennsylvania Dutch country as I do). All told it was a most excellent stop on a most phenomenal trip!