The mountain is closed, and the airport is empty
I spin; fall
As a full time photographer at the legislature, and full time mother of two young children, there is an internal struggle to create meaningful documentary projects, the sort that are out of reach with regard to time and distance. Instead, I turn to what is accessible in this moment. There is meaning there, as well, even in the age of sharenting. I strive to depict the universal struggles, joys, triumphs and failures of this time.
62 Weeks represents part of our pandemic experience: from a road trip to Maine with an infant, while the country closed down with every mile, where we were unable to meet with family; to quarantine and navigating homeschooling my daughter Charlotte; to the delayed return to work; and finally, culminating in a rad(?) graduation. The future is unwritten.