Fingerprints on the Ceiling

One of my favorite night time shot taken last year. Some of my other 

favorites usually have a lot of snow in them and Christmas decorations.

I've now lived away from the place I grew up longer than when I lived there, but there is something about where you spent your growing up years that resides deep within. The place was sold recently. The long anticipated time has come for the parents to pack up, downsize and begin the next chapter in their lives. As I roam around this space that was the Clark household for forty-four years I am reminded of many memories. 

A very wide-angle shot of the living room and foyer. I've 

always loved our unique sunk-in living room and fire place.

One of my favorite fireplace shots is when we first moved in...

Three of the four of us are sitting inside the brand-new 

fireplace, never been used yet...of course we were 5yrs, 3yrs and 6 

months at the time...definitely not a shot we could recreate now.

The intercom system in my Dads basement workshop. I have

to credit my sister for remembering this gem from the past. 

I decided the best way to capture some of the tangible memories is to photograph the tale-tale signs of yesteryear. But in the time I've been away I've suddenly realized many changes have been made. Take for example the guest room that I often stayed in when visiting. It looks like a typical guest room/office with a full sized bed, floral print on the walls, white trim, a bureau that was my grandmothers and a desk. This day I searched for evidence that this was once the room that I shared with my sister during those adolescent years...in my minds eye I see pink walls, a bunkbed, dolls on the shelf, stuffed animals and books. I was hard pressed to find anything until I looked up and there it was...my fingerprints on the ceiling. They are faint but they are there in the area that our bunk bed once stood. Much of the house interior has been updated over the years such as brown paneling painted white, but as we pack boxes--the pictures, the old report cards and things long ago forgotten and hidden in crevasses have been revealed. If you know where to look you will find evidence that the Clark kids were raised here such as the place on the dining room doorframe that has the residue of tape, marking our growth or the basketball backboard that has seen better days especially after a woodpecker had his way with it. 

A lot of the plants around the yard were transplants from my

grandparents. My favorites were always the Peonies. I was 

always fascinated how the ants opened the blossoms. 

The white ones came from my Dad parents and the deep

pink ones from my Mom parents. But there were also 

transplanted lilacs and wild roses. My Mom's favorite 

however was the Laurel bush that my parents planted together.

As I was staying here one last time I tried to also take-in the uncapturable images. The sound of the chickadees calling to one another. The occasional car driving up the road and then woodland peacefulness of birds and crickets. The neighbors dog panting just outside the window (this reminded me of the many dogs we had over the years). The smell of my dad's workshop basement and the wood stove. So many things that I am sure will come back when I come across them somewhere else.

Soon these rooms will be completely empty ready for the next family to begin to make their own memories. But in the waning days I captured my last reminders of what it was like at #64.

The garage door view. I took a lot of window and corner shots. This one captures the remains of our basketball backboard attached to a telephone pole.

Having lived outside of New England for awhile now, the first thing that always captures my attention are the trees. As a kid the woods were our playground. There were certain landmarks made up of unique trees and the many rocks and boulders throughout the woods that had names and were frequented by many of the neighborhood kids. I learned to ride my bike on these hills, often times with my younger brother on the banana seat in front of me.

So many more photos were taken on this trip and many we have from the past. My Dad built this place in 1970 and  even though I last lived here in 1990 it was always comforting to come back "home". If you have read this far, thank you for letting me divulge just a few of the memories this place holds dear to me and my family. I was thankful for one last goodbye and I wish nothing but peace and happiness to the next family.

A Photographers Confessional & Journey

Most recent photo shoot at Longwood Garden in Kennet Square, PA. 

I challenged myself to shoot with one lens and at one aperture the entire 

day (50mm / f/1.8). It forced me to partner my strengths in composition 

with a weakness in technical skills, specifically focusing, to work together.

I never really intended to become a photographer. Yes, you heard me right. It was always something that was there...a part of my life that came back again and again. I really believe it's a God-thing, a calling, something that He has drawn me back to over and over until I fully embraced it. I have always gravitated towards art and graphic design because it was something I was good at. Photography in my mind was a tool in that process, that if needed I could produce it. But there is something about this medium that is compelling. Perhaps it's the story-telling aspect or the moments of reality frozen for all time or the ability to capture beauty and make it art. But what really excites me is the combination of all of the above simultaneously. I have often said that I have a photo-graphic memory...if I took a picture of it, then I remember it. But what is more revealing is the truth of the moment and searching for these slices of time that reveal something about ourselves and who God says that we are. 

I was ten when I began to make my own photos. My siblings,

our pets and landscapes became my first subjects.

My journey into photography began with a 110 film camera when I was ten years old. My first photos were of a trip to DC and Colonial Williamsburg. Of course the off-center view-finder meant that all my photos were not exactly compositional masterpieces. Around that same time I began to draw. I am not sure that I knew being a photographer was a possible career choice yet but being an artist was since my great uncle worked as a commercial artist (as it was called in those days). Also during that time my grandmother had a series of optical illusion photos that I became fascinated with, which led to experiments with my siblings around the yard.

I went to a vocational high school. In those days I really didn't have any ambitions of going to college. To be honest I did not know if I was even smart enough, I really had no sense of self except that I knew I could draw. I naturally gravitated towards the Commercial Art program. I did well. In fact when I made the National Honor Society I was shocked. I suddenly realized I might have what it takes. I also found that I could also write when I was one of three chosen to write for a local newspaper. But what really got me going was one of the Commercial Art teachers who simply said, "Why don't you do something?" You see I was the kid who quietly sat on the sidelines, always watching but never participating. These simple words where the motivation I needed and so the remaining two school years I was involved in everything--sports, committees, and yearbook. Photography was a part of the Commercial Art curriculum so I learned to shoot and develop film, but it was light painting and using long exposures at night that hooked me. When I graduated I used all my gift money to buy a 35mm SLR Minolta camera, which I used quite regularly when I could afford film and developing.

The remaining evidence of a Senior Show. It was 

the  mid '80s as you tell by the hair and clothing.

The pieces included design, photography, 

drawing, watercolor and mixed media.

College: I was given the following choice regarding college, go to an A/G school or stay home and commute. While some of the top art schools were within commuting distance of the small New England town I called home I also had a bold adventurous streak despite my quiet demeanor. I am definitely a wanderer, prone to travel thanks in part to my grandparents who took my siblings and I often on their travels throughout the US. The only A/G school at the time that had an art program was located in the mid-west and I wanted to stretch my wings so off to Missouri I went. I majored in Art, specifically Graphic Design. These were still pre-Macintosh computer days although the computer lab did have one of the first models in the corner, but no one knew what to do with it at the time. I actually owned a typewriter and all my designs were hand-drawn or painted. I spent hours mixing colors, making samples, waxing type to boards, using a lot of art supplies in the process. It was a time of definite growth, being on my own, learning who I was and what I wanted to do with my life. I had two photography classes in the process and often shot for the school yearbook since I was a part of the design staff. It was there that I learned to incorporate elements of design into my photo compositions, but also where I was first exposed to photojournalism.

After graduating I spread my wings to Brussels, Belgium. It was there that I started to heed of the call that photography may have on my life. I worked in the art department of missions organization. Thanks in part to a very innovative department head they invested in the new technolgies of desktop publishing where I quickly learned the basics. Living in Europe meant we spent our free-time traveling throughout the countries by train or car. My camera was my constant companion on these trips. Many times I was called upon to shoot images for the job as well. It was one day in the video studio struggling with the lights trying to take some product shots when I realized I may need further training in this medium. During the course of these two years God began to quietly speak to me. 

Left: Caught in action in London, England during the late
'80s, Center: Bio photo for my editorial column in my graduate 

school magazine in the early '90s. Right: Hard at work doing
layout and design for a piece called Great Questions of Life
just outside Brussels Belgium, 1988.

One time in particular I remember him saying that my camera would open doors that the title missionary could not. It wasn't an audible voice just a still small voice within that I knew was not my own. I did not know what that meant but I knew I better start really learning how to use photography equipment. A brochure began to circulate the department for one such program, ironically this was not the regular type of material that we passed around but it caught my attention. It was for a masters degree in photojournalism at a University back in the US. I had no intention of going back to school but now I was being compelled by this calling that I could not explain. So I applied. I had to see what doors my camera could open.

A collection of images from Grad school. As you can see my

subject matter included more portraits and storytelling images.

Grad school was the toughest thing I have ever done. Not so much the class work but juggling three part-time jobs on top of the full-time class load. My jobs however were all on campus and helped to further my education: photography graduate assistant, Magazine design editor and later editor, as well as graphics freelancer for the marketing department. My classes were small but tough. The photography professor was a former newspaper photojournalist. I was fascinated by her experiences and technical knowledge. I was a sponge and soaked it all in. I shot for every publication on campus and even volunteered as the still photographer for several student films.

Publishing World. 
However, after completing my degree it was the publishing world that drew me in. I worked for a large business magazine publisher both on the marketing and editorial side eventually moving up to art director for a couple of magazines. I also ventured out as a freelancer. Whenever necessary I would pull-out my camera and shoot any image that I could not get via the regular means. One time during a trade-show in Las Vegas the publisher forgot to hire a photographer for the first day of industry seminars. I always traveled with my camera and instantly volunteered. From that point onward I always photographed the first day in addition to my design duties of this yearly event. During this time I also got my first digital camera, a Canon 10D. Digital really revolutionized the way I shot and even thought about photography. Gone were the hours in the darkroom and the cost of film. I was shooting more and learning from my technical mistakes now that I could see what was happening and could properly evaluate the cause.

Some children following the van (Kombie) to the end of the 

street in Limpopo Provence, South Africa. One of thousands 

of stories told on one three week media trip, which always 

included a little ministry, planned and unplanned.

Missions Part 2: I knew that one day I would do another missions assignment. A lot of things led to this new journey however suffice it to say I made a three-year commitment to an International organization that had me traveling all over the world and using my camera the way I should have been all along. It was exciting and tough and eye-opening. I began my commitment leading teams. I always had my camera with me and shot whenever I could but it was not my primary focus at first. Then I had a team in Argentina who challenged me to get back to what I was finding that I really loved. I remember one person on this team who was so passionate about photography. It was an embarrassing moment really that changed everything. She handed her camera to me to get a group photo. She had it set to back-button focus which I admit at the time I knew nothing about. I was embarrassed that I didn't know what she was talking about but was determined to get back into photography and really understand all its nuances especially digital photography. A few months later I updated my camera and the very next day found myself in the communication department due to organizational changes. I admit it was with a little internal kicking and screaming but in hindsight was the best thing that could have happened. I was actively improving my technical abilities, my photographic eye and traveling the world. I feel it was a privilege to document so many stories and be witness to God's work in others lives. It is not something I feel that I was capable of way back but a journey that I was called to and one that has evolved as skills were strengthened, both interpersonal and professional. (NOTE: This blog is filled with some of those stories)

On one trip in particular to Russia. I found that original word come full circle. I found myself teaching a group of Russian youth and young adults photography as well as sharing my testimony. It was a situation where they came to hear me first as a photographer. It was also a situation where I realized that my camera had opened that particular door.

My studio photography class in action working on dance images.

The Classroom. I knew that my next step in life would be back to the classroom. Not as a student but rather a teacher. It was really an unspoken desire that I knew was on the horizon. I got a taste of it prior to missions, teaching study skills at a community college but I always wondered what it would be like to teach something I was really passionate about. That door opened up very quickly and miraculously while visiting my brother on a fundraising trip back home. And I am so grateful that it did. I now teach digital photography to a whole new generation, some who will take this information and immediately make amazing images. And others who like me are on a long journey to discover their true calling. I am also fortunate to still be traveling and capturing amazing stories around the world as well as teaching workshops internationally. (See previous post)

Circle of Life. Preparing to feed the children in a village just outside of Gulu

in Northern Uganda. 

While my camera is but a tool it has the power to open many doors in countries and hearts and minds. As long as God continues to guide me I will go boldly into the places he leads for this journey is not over yet....

Back to the blog...India & Russia

A year and a half between posts is way too long! It wasn't intentional by any means. I do like to write. Working several jobs however has taken its toll on my free time, or should I say lack thereof. So consider this a catch-up post. I did travel last year and so there are really two events to share. 

INDIA
May 2013 I spent a month in India. From the arid North with a dry but energy-sapping triple digit heat to the tropical south where just walking outside caused the sweat to pour. It was an eye-opening experience. The colors are like you imagine in the brightly colored clothing, and the spices in the market. The insanely crazy traffic and hundreds of thousands of people however are not something you can truly know until you are in the middle of it. As a foreigner you are always being watched but there is also a friendly curiosity. Everyone wants your photo and everyone has a camera phone. It was unusual being on the other end of the camera at times but we were able to use it to start many conversations.

The VFCC team just outside the Taj Mahal looking at one of the other 

structures on the property during a sandstorm raging up the river 

in the background.

NOTE: my new masthead image for this blog also came from this portion 

of the trip while visiting a village in Uttar Pradesh.

The first 10-days I traveled with a great group of young people from VFCC. We learned first-hand about the culture in Northern India. We visited several sites in New Delhi and in Uttar Pradesh. We did a lot of praying and talking to people, learning first hand what it is like in a Hindu / Muslim culture. We visited the largest Mosque in that part of Asia, the Taj Mahal and did a 13-mi prayer walk at the birth place of Krishna (and no we weren't chanting Hari Krishna rather praying for the area). We learned a little Hindi, ate lots of Indian food and experienced life on that side of the world. I am thankful for this time because it prepared me for the remainder of the trip. After the team left bound for the states, one of my students, Autumn and I flew to the south.

At the last Hope Center of many that we visited on this leg of the trip in Pune.

Immediately after leaving the airport in Chennai we could see and feel the difference of the South...palm trees and humidity, a little bit calmer traffic, a few churches and a more laid back atmosphere. For the next couple weeks we traveled in Chennai, Mumbai and Pune, not seeing a single Western face, documenting stories of hope for OneHope, an organization I have long been associated with. We traveled out of the city to small villages, as well as into several slums and it never ceases to amaze me the places that you find God at work. It is always such a privilege and honor to document the stories of others. Here is one story we came across of a young boy born blind that received his sight as a result of the hearing the gospel and believing. However there are so many that I can't even begin to tell even a fraction of the stories we encountered here but I often see and remember them when I close my eyes at night. The thing that always leaves me with hope is when I meet the dedicated men and women who work tirelessly to reach the children and youth of their area and there were many on this trip. I know I left with a greater understanding for that part of the world and those trying to reach it. I am not sure when, but I had a strong sense while riding in the back of a taxi through the congested streets of Mumbai that I would return one day...even as culture shock and fatigue were having their way with me.

RUSSIA

Photo taken by Andrey Kovalev, also a 

Communications alum from Regent 

University who I had the pleasure 

of meeting in St. Petersburg.

Russia always seems to be a place of new beginnings for me. At least that has been the trend. I taught my first photography class in Russia five years ago, then not long after the doors opened up for me in the US to teach photography at the University level at VFCC. This time I was invited back to speak at a media seminar in Nov 2013. Really it was a dream come true. Actually it was beyond my dreams...you know the kind you have tucked away that you don't dare utter, but you know when they happen it is a God-thing. I was one of three speakers at this media seminar in St. Petersburg for those in the church who wanted to strengthen their media skills. I thoroughly enjoyed it and the participants did as well. I spoke about story-telling in Photography and told many stories from my travels as well as how to capture them. I also spoke about Info graphics and how to create them. Then we flew to Perm where I taught several more master classes and had a little bit of time to dream about the future. I am not sure where some of these things will lead but it felt like catching my breath after a very hectic fall semester which in turn gave me the necessary push to carry on when I got back. 

VFCC's first photography Student, Autumn Granger and I at her senior show. 

The photos in the background to the left are from the India trip specifically
of the story link from above. Photo taken by another up-and-coming
VFCC photography major Jenessa Tomassacci.

Even now at the end of my spring semester remembering that time gives me hope for the future. This summer I will spend time developing a few classes for a new Graphic Design major at VFCC. The first 4-year photography major is graduating with several more to come. Ideas are flowing once again. I am excited to see what will happen next. 

As a good friend wrote me just after this trip, "with each new journey comes a greater level of anointing". I believe that for my life but also for my students as well.