MarCap

Client: Marcap
Agency: a5 Inc.

Medtronic

Salon Transcripts

The Today Show

I am one of 100 photographers shooting for the book project "America at Home." Two of my images appeared on Friday's Today Show.

Grandma Abrams

Best man's view

backstage fashion

Reynolda House Social

American Express 360 Magazine

Time Out Chicago

Salesman

life of a salesman

Hot Pot

window light

Baptism

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New York

Last week I was in New York for a photo shoot and stayed a few extra days to explore the city.my touristy shot of Time Square, taken a block from my hotela couple shots from fasion week at Bryant ParkI always try to dig deeper with my photos. waiting for the 7 train on my way to Queens This is me in my room at the Time Hotel

South Royalton

February 2, is the first anniversary of my Mom's passing. I wanted to spend the day with family so I flew to visit my sister Chelsea and my friend Tracey in Vermont. Chelsea lives in Providence and drove up to South Royalton, where Tracey is attending Vermont Law School. These are a few pictures from the weekend.

the hat that never comes off

Bobbie Park

The Road Not Taken — Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy m wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.



Chelsea, my sister, laser cut cold-rolled steel and installed the poem on a tree behind our home in Olympia, Wash. She was inspired to create the piece after the poem was read at our Mom's memorial service.

Bobbie Klein

What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know. — Saint Augustine

It's been a year since my mother's passing and looking around to see if things have changed, I discovered a certain immutability of time. I feel her, yet she isn't here. Time has moved on. The gardens lie fallow — fallen apples turning from red to brown, rejoining the earth from where they came. Her presence is still here — her shoes still sit where she slipped them off, a covering of dust on the knitting basket, the colorful yarns awaiting her gentle touch.

words by TK and TL