People often ask me, “Why Cleveland?” It seems that there is a strong polarity in people’s thoughts about this city — either they remember that many decades ago its river caught on fire (though, from what I understand, this was not entirely uncommon for industrial cities at the time) and that it’s been in decline for awhile, or they are die-hard Cleveland fans and paint an oh-so-sweet picture of it as a small town with a great work ethic. I’m not saying that either of those things is totally inaccurate, but I do think an apt picture of present-day Cleveland has yet to be painted. Perhaps that’s because it’s still morphing into what it will be.
In 2003, I created my first short film project in New York, in collaboration with some very talented people. The film is about a young woman writer, and her obsessive dedication to her craft, as it alternates with the beautiful creative world within her craft itself. As I have embraced myself as a writer again in recent weeks, I thought it was appropriate to share this piece again now.
I deactivated my facebook account a couple weeks ago. Not my photography page — that’s still alive and well. But my personal account is turned off. I have been thinking about this for awhile — in fact, since 2009. It wasn’t until I saw Beyoncé’s film, Life is But a Dream, that it finally landed for me why I was ready to do it.
When I was a little girl, I would watch Sesame Street, and then play pretend, saying I was from New York. Growing up in the city of Cleveland, I loved everything about cities — the cracks in the sidewalk, the neighborhood trees, the parking lot around the block where I could ride my bike. I fell in love with life in the city, back when I could represent my age on one hand. Cities were my first and deepest love. And, the first time I ever went to New York, I thought I’d never want to be anywhere else ever again.
Okay, I admit it. Sometimes I get a little obsessive inside my head about esoteric things like the meaning of life, the existence of God, and what love is. One of my favorite authors, Marianne Williamson, says that love is all there is. That anything that isn’t love is false.
You’ve probably noticed that lately my blog has mixed photos shot for clients with photos taken throughout my day-to-day traveling and what-not. I’ve tried keeping the two separate for awhile, but in truth, each informs the other. To just include one is always only telling half the story. What in the world is my story, anyway?
A friend of mine once said, “You know you’ve made it when you start using the word ‘winter,’ as a verb.” I found this pretty amusing since my parents started wintering in San Diego a few years ago. My parents have modest means. So, how are they doing this?