Reflections

Much of my time is spent sitting on curbs, camera in hand, watching my kids as they play, photographing their stories of imagination, discovery and freedom along the water.   I’ve always been fascinated by reflection (both physical and contemplative), so it makes sense that I am drawn to photographing these puddles stories.  The more I photographed them, the more I realized how much the physical structure of puddles mirror my dichotomic emotions as a mom.  The surreal distorted magic of the water contrasted against the harsh texture of the asphalt, a fitting metaphor for the innocence and vulnerability that makes me anxious for my children even as I wish for them to keep that childhood wonder and naïveté as long as possible. 

In my puddle stories, I can get lost in the water, focusing on the love instead of fear of loss, on the now instead of the fleeting, on the awe and imagination instead of the the cynicism.