Jan 26, 2010

Bon Voyage

I leave at 3 a.m. this moring on assigment in Central America for two weeks. It's right about now that I wonder how the !^*%@$ I got so lucky. Nerves don't come like they used to. I used to worry that MY plan wouldn't happen. Now I know that all you can do is your best. All the rest...duck feathers, let it roll.

I'd like to leave ya'll with something. Here is the first in a series of
 random outakes that stood out because they say something odd, taught me something or make me feel, dare I say, hopeful.

A girl tries to show her her mother that lighting bugs are flashing. But every time her mother looks they aren't there. Despite how enchanted the girl is, her mother is preoccupied.

An oyster farm worker separates oysters from their natural clusters and Mark takes a walk through a graveyard of shucked shells. It's foggy and cool. The scene exudes nostalgia. Consequently I've know Mark since I was 16. He's seen me take every corner including the phone conversation when I told him I didn't believe in God anymore. He knew what that meant to me and said, "Miriam, I don't think you could live long enough to push that love away and why would you want to? What do you love that makes any sense at all? Not making sense doesn't make it any less real."

Steve and Clara -Engagment session Chicago El stop. Love stories, some of the greatest.

I got to Alcala's one night just in the nick to pick up a camera bag they did superior leather work on. I'm usually not one for cynicism but ...is this warehouse of hatless cowboys proof that God don't make men like he used to? Nah.

Miriam, the consta-stand in for location portrait set up. Seattle Washington hunger project.

I photographed a goat slaughter from bleat to meat so Tony insists I hold one half of the trophy before I make an apple pie.

This guy must have thought I was a loon. His name was Mulana Fazari a Muslim religious leader in Lucknow, India. I was trying to be a floating orb of ease and grace because he told me in the beginning, it was difficult for him to separate me, a young and optimistic journalist, from my country's politics. In response I asked him if his beard was real. Since it had to be translated, the timing was perfect and we had a good laugh. He proceeded to feed me a "yogurt cake" that kept me in my room for 3 days. Paybacks. Thanks America.

Waiting for a Rickshaw driver to pass by at the perfect time so the photographer on the roof could get an aerial shot. Failed attempt. Lots of those. Back on the horse.

This was the first time I'd ever played back someones recorded voice to themselves; recipient at a food bank.

Driftwood on Lake Superior, UP. Discoveries of natural design are worth the chaos. They remind me that over time, stories tell themselves.

Oh, and one more thing.
Thank you.


  1. I could look at pictures of you all day.

  2. Is that you or Hannah in the gray sweater with the pink lady (notice I didn't use the "O" word)?

  3. You sweet girl.
    I am so proud of you.
    May your kindness and lionhearted caliber be shared with everyone you meet. Oh, and one more thing. Gracias.

  4. Actually, Thank You!
    Been a real treat, this BBC of yours.
    (its on my toolbar)

  5. thanks all you anonymous' .....

  6. How did you get so lucky? I can't account for all of it, but I have to say that in a small way, the fact that I was able to get lucky with a cheerleader from Lowell High School in 1989, and be lucky enough to be found by her randomly in a bar in Chicago 15 years later, somehow opened the possibility that you'd be going to the jungle this week. The odds were always in your favor though, blessed child.

  7. I don't know! I have lost my faith so many times, cursed it all, doubted it to the core. I have spit in the face and stolen and lied to nearly everyone I know. Alas, you make a good point. Loose cheerleaders and shy, charming Jehovah's Witness' play a major role in my salvation. A perfect reflection.

  8. Miriam, my dear friend. When I look at your pictures I think, thank heavens I have such a close friend who is so creative and operates with such a colorful palette. I am proud of you and look forward to hearing about your most recent adventures.

  9. thanks babe. see you really soon!!! day off on tues. lets hug.

  10. This entry makes me think and feel so much. One of the things it makes me feel is: "there's no love like the love that let us share our name."

    If/when I die in a plane crash, a car accident, in an earthquake, mauled by an alligator or eviscerated by a cougar, or in bed surrounded by grand-babies, there is also a love, that makes no sense sometimes, that I would like to think will braid our souls together for forever and ever.

    I held up the fort for you for a couple years in the beginning. But you have bested me in courage for a while now; may I live long enough to return the favor.

    I love you so much.

  11. Ruthie, It's happening. It's all happening. I love you.

  12. Such beautiful art! I love it, Miriam.