Posted on November 30, 2009
Thanks are given to the things we have, the family, the food, the shelter over our heads. But this season, this trip home, I’m giving thanks for things long past. For the foundation of history that allows me to live my life in the way that I do.
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
For my grandmothers, both in their late 80’s and struggling with maintaining their relevance and dignity and their roles as matriarchs as the world around them ever-quickens its pace.
As their health begins to disintegrate, their memories begin to fail them but the threads of their history sharpen. My Grandmother Vaeth can’t remember the Thanksgiving dinner spent with us just 24 hours earlier, but she can remember all the lyrics to the silly songs she sang as a girl:
She brightens at my brothers’ request to play pool at her assisted living home, and then proceeds to leave her walker behind and nearly beat him.
My grandmother Courtney, who at 88 and recovering from lung cancer, jumped up to help the boys rearrange furniture at Thanksgiving dinner. When my husband recounted that story to me on Thursday evening and said “now I know where you get it from” I took it as one of the greatest compliments I have received. As cancer invades her body, her strong, political and opinionated voice withered to a whisper. Her informed mind, her spiritual resilience, and her determination to remain independent and useful just grows stronger.
And I give thanks for where I come from. For Rochester, NY that has been a city of innovation; from (bad) beer, to the birthplace of modern photography
The ins and outs of each day demand our immediate attention, like rough waves on the surface of the ocean, they rock our little boats and distract us from giving thanks for what is true, for what is fundamental. But when we reflect on our history, we find strength, longevity, and opportunity. We can learn from our history of what mistakes not to make, and what silly songs we should teach our kids. Like support beams on a house, our history serves to hold up our future.
All these random threads of thoughts circled in my mind all week. So when my dad and I awoke in the cold and early hours of Friday morning, driving around our overcast city looking for photographic inspiration, I was not at all surprised at what we found right around the corner.
A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it’s not too late!
“Turn! Turn! Turn! (to Everything There is a Season), by the Byrds, adapted from the book of Ecclesiastes, the Bible.
“A Fly Walked into a Grocery Store” by Marian Vaeth
Posted on November 24, 2009
Posted on November 12, 2009
Some of you might not know that in addition to photographing cute babies and spectacular weddings, I also photograph food and restaurant operations. Food photography is actually some of my favorite work because I have the opportunity to work with other artists: chefs and bakers. When a plate comes to me to be photographed, and is stylized perfectly, it’s like photographing a master’s sculpture. The art has already been created, and I get to amplify it by capturing the ways in which light hits that sculpture. Whether it’s a single egg, or a complicated pork chop with parsnips, food photography offers the ultimate in creativity.
But this isn’t an element of my business that I have been promoting. So when The Art Institute of Washington (ironically located in Arlington, VA) contacted me a few weeks back to be a part of their DC FotoWeek Exhibit, entitled YUM!, I was beyond honored.
The exhibit is ongoing until this Saturday, November 14th and the reception is tonight at 6:30pm. Click here for the Washington Post write-up of the event.
The top image and this one are both in the exhibit:
If you’d like to see more of my food photography, check out the Commercial side of Stacey Vaeth.com
On a personal note, yes, I am an aspiring foodie ala the Houndstooth Gourmet. But these days of back to back holiday shoots and orders means “gourmet dinner” in the Vaeth Gonzalez household is Grapenuts with banana and soy milk.