A Cape Cod Collaboration

Recently, I made a trip to the Borsari Gallery in Dennis, MA — that is Cape Cod for those who are not familiar with the area. The Gallery is run by Kathy & Bob Borsari, and is housed in a renovated barn. The gallery serves a number of purposes including a showcase for great local art, as an afternoon tea room, and as a venue for intimate weddings and events. The purpose of the trip was to collaborate with several other businesses that cater to the wedding market and produce a series of photographs that we can all use for our marketing efforts.

Connie Nye Clark, owner of The Perfect Plan wedding planning was the organizer of the project, and what a wonderful job she did. Unfortunately, what was supposed to be a beautiful, sunny, outdoor patio shoot was very inconveniently interrupted by a little Nor’easter. So, plan B was to move things indoors. It worked out quite well, as you can see and I’ve posted various pictures from the day  below.

Many thanks to Connie, who’s attention to detail, energy, and enthusiasm was both inspirational and contagious and to Kathy and Bob Borsari, gracious hosts of the gallery who have lovingly restored this 1800′s barn into both an art gallery and truly one of the Cape’s most unique event venues.

 

Taste of Winthrop

Studio neighbor Saidh with his lobstah ravioli

Recently, I joined my local Winthrop Chamber of Commerce. I thought, since a live in a small town, why don’t I make some connections with the people who are living and doing business around me. Good thing I did, because while volunteering to shoot their annual event called “The Taste of Winthrop”, I had the opportunity to indulge in the all-you-can-eat smorgasbord of offerings on display from a few dozen local eateries.

Have a look. The event was held at the Winthrop Yacht Club.

Piggy from Blackstrap BBQ

The gang from Moonstruck, my daily coffee stop.

Crostini from El Paisa

Frozen Hot Chocolate from Twist & Shake

On the deck at the Winthrop Yacht Club

Mid-Summer Re-Cap

Wow…….  I don’t even quite know where to begin…..  As I sit down today to write this blog post, I’m overwhelmed when I reflect upon the people, places, and events of the summer thus far and the people I’ve been priveledged to meet and work with recently.

I am flooded again with a deep sense of gratitude.  It feels as though everything is coming together in an amazing tapestry of events that continues to change and evolve from one day to the next.

I can’t wait to see what work/passion/life has in store next, and I’d love to share some of the most poignant and personally fulfilling highlights in the following paragraphs if you’re willing to journey along with me on this sometimes whimsical, sometimes rather “deep” (for lack of a better word!) ride.

Summer nuttiness kicked off with an event at the Four Points Sheraton in Revere on June 24th in which I was delighted to help my friends Vanessa Mangiacotti and Amy Corkern who hosted a Parrot-Head/Cruise-ship themed party complete with a high-end, high tech large,cardboard anchor and Carribbean tarp-of-a-backdrop in which I photographed guests as they arrived.  I am being a little facetious about the props and just joking around a bit (!) but the pictures turned out fantastic and I give Amy and Vanessa kudos for their resourcefulness! Delicious hor d’oeuvres, food from an incredible buffet,and pina coladas flowed in abundance and a great,lively time was had by all!

Next, in early July, I traveled to Atlanta with a very good friend and fellow artisan to attend a convention where the first copies of my book were made available to the public and met with great enthusiasm!

Anyone who knows me well will appreciate that this particular moment was monumental in my life and well, what can I say except that I’m very proud!

My next adventure began on July 1, 2010 when I photographed a “High Tea” at the Nahant Country Club and was asked to be the exclusive photographer for all fundraising events for an organization that I am so thrilled to be partnered with.  The organization is called “Women & Wishes” (www.womenandwishes.org) and it is a non-profit organization for middle-class women who are struggling with life issues such as sickness, divorce, etc., who do not qualify for government aid.

I am particularly honored to be partnered with the new Boston Chapter, as this is a cause that is very near to my heart, having watched many a female friend and loved one struggle with these very same issues.  Not to mention the fact that it’s kind of hard to NOT have fun photographing an event like this with nothing but lovely women “dressed to the nines” all around!  To my friend, Beverly Dawson, director of the Boston Chapter, thanks for your patience while we had some “technical issues” while taking pictures of the tree-planting! (inside joke)

Finally,I had the priveledge in mid-July to photograph a wedding in Marblehead of a beautiful couple named Patty and Alec, who I am glad to truly call “friends”.
To say that the ceremony was unique would be an understatement! My favorite part was having to stop taking pictures to lend the groom my wedding ring because in all of the excitement the rings got left behind!  It was hilarious!  And to you, Patty and Alec, may your journey together increase daily in love, laughter, and amazingly priceless times with one another.

Well, friends, I am literally off to Greece as we speak until August 18th for a little bit of business, a little bit of R&R… But that’s a whole ‘nother post for another day!  Until next time, I hope this update finds you healthy and well and thank you as always for your interest and support!  Eyia-sou (pronounced “YIA-sou, meaning “goodbye/to your health”)

The Old, Familiar “Ding” from a Jury of Your Peers

Last night, the BlackBerry went “ding” once again, informing me that I have a new email. What I opened and read was quite a pleasant and unexpected surprise. I had all but forgotten that I submitted the entry a couple of months ago. I want to share this news, and so, I am posting the salient points of this email informing me that I have been selected to be featured in the Best of ASMP 2010.

The ASMP is the “American Society of Media Photographers”, one of two premier organizations for commercial photography in North America. The competition was for the “Best projects” of the past year by the membership of ASMP. The project I submitted is the soon-to-be-released “The Metropolis of Boston and It’s Parishes”. This is a significant honor for me; to have been chosen by my community to be recognized for the work I have done.

There will be further updates regarding the release of the book, and about exhibitions that I am lining up to showcase the images and the book. A small selection of the 417 images of mine in the book can be found on my website, www.GeorgePictures.com, at the “Greek Church Book” link.

Here is the info:

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Dear George:

Congratulations! You have been selected as one of the photographers to be featured in the BEST OF ASMP 2010! This year’s entries were overwhelmingly strong, with nearly 1/3 of the more than 200 entries receiving a rating of 4 or above in our scale of 1 through 5. After several weeks of review and deliberation we are confident that the final selection represents an outstanding range of ASMP membership at it’s widest scope. The featured projects represent a wide array of photographic subjects and markets, plus representation from different membership categories and geographic areas, from coast-to-coast.

Again, congratulations on your selection and thanks very much for your collaboration in making the BEST OF ASMP 2010 our best issue yet!

Sincerely yours,

Jill Waterman

Editor: PDNedu and PDN Custom Media & Events www.pdnonline.com

Senior Editor: The ASMP Bulletin www.asmp.org

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Below is my original entry with the ONE (!) photograph (above) that I had to choose to be representative of the project and a 200-word description:

“Best of ASMP” entry:

“Interior Dome of Saint George Cathedral, Manchester, New Hampshire

This is but one of more than 11,000 frames made for the “Metropolis of Boston and it’s Parishes,” a large format, 320 page coffee table book detailing the history and visual beauty of the Greek Orthodox Metropolis (Diocese) of Boston and the 63 individual communities, plus other properties. Two-and-half years in the making, this is the biggest project of my life to date. Slated for publication in the coming weeks, the volume is a combination of three of my great loves: photography; my Greek heritage; and the Eastern Orthodox Christian faith.

The project was undertaken while a student at seminary, while desperate for funds, and even more desperate for the opportunity. I had returned to school after a twelve year photography career to pursue other interests and dumped most of my photo gear and let my studio go. Lacking even the most basic equipment, computer and software at the outset, the 50% down-payment was just enough to cover a digital camera body, two lenses, a MacBook, and the student version of Adobe Creative Suite. The next several months were spent driving all over New England, eating what I could take with me, sleeping in my car, in church basements, and in priests’ families’ homes.

The process has been a real education, and one I am grateful to have had. It has brought me back to photography, which is a calling in itself.

The beginning of the show circuit.

My head is as big as a pumpkin right about now. My ego is basking in the glory of a shower of words that were meant, I think, to do just that. They were very genuine words, no question, from a very motherly yet serious-minded individual who had called me back to discuss my first exhibition of the photographs I made for the upcoming book, Greek Orthodox Churches of New England – The Metropolis of Boston and its Parishes. Maria Anagnostopoulos, director of The Greek Institute in Harvard Square, Cambridge, has agreed to a showing of my work from mid-September to mid-October, and she is thrilled with the work. Thank you, Maria.

This is a very exciting time for me. Two-and-a-half years of effort are finally beginning to bear fruit. The book is getting printed very soon. I am pursuing opportunities to show this tremendously consuming, long term project. One has just materialized, another is getting closer, and the more and more possibilities are opening up. And I am open to suggestions. Anyone? Bueller?

Updates to follow . . .

The Ones I Come Back To

I imagine it is the same with many of us. Photographers, that is. I make a photograph. I look at it. I may just skim through the frames, looking for “The One”. I don’t find it. I move on.

Time passes, I look at it again. It strikes me. “Can it be the same photograph I saw before? How? Why didn’t I see it? By what criteria am I judging this time. By what did I judge six months ago?”

It is baffling. I am, often times, not a good judge of my own work. I am too attached to it. Many of us are too attached to our own work, I think. But there’s a conundrum in my psyche. On the one hand, it may be insecurity that tells me that my stuff sucks. On the other hand, it’s as though like my work is a part of me, no less than an eye or a limb.

Another conundrum lies in that I have spoken of attachment on this blog before; about how necessary it is to undertake the task of purging it. Certainly, a near-impossible task except for the most holy of people. For the rest of us, the process of incremental advancement on that path will have to suffice.

Here is a photograph of a little boy who had his face painted as a tiger at a sort of a block party the night before, in a little village in Greece last summer. His demeanor as I was photographing him was one of total connection, of “OK, here I am. I am yours. Make my photograph. Make a hundred . . . make a thousand.” But he never said a word. Silence. It was almost spiritual.

Until he said: “How many pictures are you gonna take?”

Then we were done.

I finally found a vacancy.

Deer Island

I am often fascinated by really big things. One of my most memorable shoots took place at a steel mill. The scale of the operation was mind boggling. Not only was the physical size overwhelming, but the noise, the heat and the network of components necessary to keep the plant in operation, as well. Unforgettable.

One mile down the street from the studio is the Deer Island Waste Water Treatment Plant. This is the second largest wastewater treatment facility in the United States. It serves over two million residents of 43 cities and towns in Eastern Massachusetts. It covers 130 acres and has nearly 1.3 billion (with a “B”) gallons per day pumping capacity. Unfortunately, I don’t have the kind of access to the facility as we did at the steel plant, but I may see what I can do about that. There is, however, a “Harborwalk” that rings the entire island and it is quite a draw for walkers, runners, picnickers and, certainly, photo enthusiasts. The views of a much cleaner Boston Harbor (due in large part to this plant) and the Atlantic are fantastic. As part of the Boston Harbor Islands National Park, you may some day see it incorporated into a land/sea photo workshop/excursion run by yours, truly, and my good friend, Jimmy.

Until next time . . . Peace.

Following Through on a Threat

At the end of my last post, and even before that, as well, I mentioned something about posting some images from what I call my “Photo Walks”. After a hiatus during which I have been frantically editing and re-shooting the nearly 500 images for the upcoming book on the New England Metropolis (Diocese), I am back to the Photo Walks and back to posting on the blog. And, by the way, it makes me very happy to see people actually visiting the blog. The only thing I might like better is to see some feedback from anyone who may have some. Comments, questions and encouragement are always welcome.

So, I imagine some may wonder what a Photo Walk is. It is an exercise, or “stretch”, that came to me by way of a friend and mentor, Ian Summers. Simple thing, really, but it feels great. The idea is to take a walk every day for a set amount of time; I am doing forty minutes, and making one photograph at set intervals of time, i.e. every seven minutes. Wherever you find yourself at that seven minute mark, you raise the camera and make a photograph of something, anything, within your field of vision.

Now, the point of this stretch is not necessarily to make pretty pictures, though, hopefully that may happen from time to time. The essential key is for one to detach from the process of making photographs. Very spiritual term, that “detachment” is. We hear it spoken of as the ultimate aim of the spiritual life. And it applies to all aspects of life, including photography. You see, many people undertaking a creative endeavor, or even making a living from creative endeavor, often experience, for lack of a better word right now, stuckness. This stuckness, in my experience, stems from a fear that the work I am producing is not “good enough”, my ideas are not “good enough”, not profound, not award-winning, not the most inspirational and fulfilling work the world has ever seen and, therefore, the work has no value and neither do I, and oh, woe is me, etc. etc. Very deadly stinkin’ thinkin’, of course.

Well, how many times have we heard it said that there is no success without failure? No light without dark? No good without evil? There is a certain amount of these complementary items and more in every one of us. And both sides of the equations are useful for growth. The Photo Walks are set up so that there is failure built-in in that everything I come back to the studio with will not be perfect. And it is useful to be able to accept that. But they take a step further in that they force me to look around and draw a story out of whatever is in front of me at that given moment, not what I wish was in front of me. Very practical, really. Kind of like a musician who sits in a room, practicing every day, every day, every day and, every once in a while, has a little breakthrough, has a little growth spurt. I am not sure many photographers think in similar terms of “practicing” their craft as would the musician or an athlete. And even though I think there are some fundamental differences regarding certain natural sensibilities a photographer might have, the Photo Walks are just that: good practice time. And it’s o.k. to fail during practice.

I will make a few selections from these walks and, no, I will not show you the failures – unless they’re all failures, that is. And if they are, that’s o.k., too. I’m stretching.

Come back next time for a little explanation of Deer Island, where these photographs were made. Fascinating place if you’re into sewage.

A Final Fikardou.

It is surely apparent that I was taken by this little village, and having made two posts on it already, one might think that is enough. But no, it is not. I would be remiss to not make a little recap including some of the things I have written about but not shown in pictures. The little tavern, our feast, my nephew (2), and of course, one, last, lonely door.

I must make a little note here regarding my approach during this trip and from around this time forward. There has been a shift in the way I am approaching my picture  making. This shift can be attributed, and gratefully so, to a sort of a mentor, coach, consultant, call him what you will. His name is Ian Summers and you can find him at www.heartstorming.com. Ian came to my studio from Pennsylvania in early this month and we had some wonderful discussions, heartstorming, planning, preparing etc. etc. etc. We are on the phone almost daily, massaging the plan, collaborating, creating. It is inspiring, hopeful, ambitious, wonderful. George is gonna be the talk of the town before long.

I’ll be back next time with some selects from my photo walks.

Peace be with you,