So from now on I’m going to post over here and on Medium.
For those of you that might have been following my Tumblr, this new place is going to take some time to get used to. At least for me. I tried to keep the theme looking the same, but the tools are different. The blogs I follow are different. My workflow is going to change too. Maybe I’ll write about that in the future. I don’t know.
But what I do know, is that I’m grateful that some of you have been part of this blog in some way over a long period of time. Either as a reader or a friend or both. Thank you for that.
The winter months bring a special kind of beauty to Nantucket.The beaches are quiet and the boats have long left the docks. The days are shorter and the island prepares for a long stretch ahead.
The very first weekend of in December every year is known as Stroll Weekend. The town is fully decorated in holiday spirit and so do the visitors and residents alike. It’s a wonderful time & place to spend with loved ones.
Our daughter Ellie wanted to add a different experience to her high school life. She discovered a school is the Eleuthera, Bahamas called The Island School. The Island School offers high school juniors a special experience studying abroad.
Each day Island School students get up at 6am and either run or swim before breakfast. It’s training for a portion of their final exam which includes a half marathon or 4 mile open ocean swim.
After breakfast they attend their studies for a full day of classes that are immersive and experiential. They conduct in depth research with the local environment and community. They study biology in the ocean, learn history in the local townships and math outside.
Towards the end of the semester, students go on an eight day kayak expedition which includes two days of solitude. Just you, by yourself, with a journal, a tarp, food and water.
A few weeks ago, Lauren and I spent three days with Ellie, her classmates & their families and teachers for Parent Weekend in Eleuthera. We were blown away at the experience these kids are getting. We woke up at 6am every morning, did the morning run, jumped off High Rock together, ate together and laughed together. The founder Chris Maxey is an inspiration — and the staff and teachers are so committed. We also got a day off so the three of us could enjoy our time together and explore the island as a family. It was wonderful.
Ellie’s semester is coming to an end and she comes home next week. She will have been away for 100 days. We have missed her more than anything. She should be so proud of her experience and accomplishments.
I sure am.
(All photographs taken on a Leica M3 and Hasselblad 503cw on Kodak film. Developed and scanned by Richard Photo Lab in California).
Last week, Om and I met up in the outer sunset at the beach just before the sun came up. The moon, nearly full, was above the horizon and the sky was turning from black to pink. We made a few photographs as the sun came up and then headed a few blocks over to Andytown Coffee for a delicious pour over. We caught up on life, travels and thoughts about the future.
I’ve known Om for 15 years or so, maybe longer. I am pretty sure it was before we committed ourselves to venture capital investing and certainly before we both got into film photography. We were younger men then.
As I look back at the scans from last week, one thing stands out most of all. I’m grateful for this friendship.
There are plenty of statistics out there about the sheer number of photographs taken every year. And our phones are becoming ever more capable cameras thanks to hardware, software & AI advances. This trend will only accelerate.
And with all this comes continued sharing of our lives on social networks. A photograph has always had the power to inform, connect and inspire. I am amazed by all the amazing art and impactful photographs I view on a weekly basis. I am truly grateful for all of this.
But as I look back on the tens of thousands of photographs I’ve personally made, the most important ones are certainly not the ones with the most likes, comments or retweets. That’s because they weren’t shared at all. The are intimate family moments. Or the out of focus shots when I was chasing my kids. Or the low resolution poorly scanned photos made with a disposable camera during our honeymoon. Or the self portrait I made upon hearing very sad news from a loved one. When I look at those photos, it brings me back to that very moment, that very feeling.
I suspect this is quite true with most of us. The most meaningful photos aren’t public.
So keep making those photographs and don’t worry about the likes.