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It is often repeated, “the best camera you have is the one you have with you.” In an age of instant gratification, and an era in my life where I am more and more like Victoria Ratliff of the most recent season of White Lotus, when she says, “at my age, I am not meant to live an uncomfortable life,” I made an impulse purchase. Gear is heavy, we all complain about it, and yet we still haul it everywhere. This week, photojournalist Lynsey Addario dropped her workout routine and it’s like the equivalent of a professional athlete. So I’m not just being a baby.
I bought a used Ricoh GR iii HDF for about $800 and wanted to use it for an upcoming trip to Glacier National Park so that if I bring a camera, I wouldn’t have to carry a backpack. The Ricoh is small enough for your pocket, and only really needs a wrist strap. Though it’s tricky to get used to (from 5D/R5), there are customizable “recipes” (basically, a preset) that will save as jpegs and also give you the raw. I’m having fun experimenting and it does feel a bit like a toy, which is kind of liberating, if I’m being honest. A big camera just feels too serious for some moments, so this is perfect for that in between. I used film positive and ekta film recipes. You can find lots of info here on Ricoh recipes.
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For years, my son has loved Dracula. The book. The old black-and-white movies. We saw Nosferatu in the theaters, and he is well acquainted with the old silent film version of the movie. And the year before, we saw it performed in a ballet. Count Dracula was his choice for “book character day” in 7th grade. When he was younger, he wandered out of the house and down the road in his hunt for vampires (which involved the police, a neighborhood search, and him walking in the door casually, wondering what all the commotion was about). I got curious after he mentioned a real medieval castle in Romania that served as the inspiration for the book and featured in the original Dracula movie, and the rest is history. We traveled on a mother/son trip to Sibiu, Romania, one of the most charming cities I’ve ever visited. 10/10 would recommend for the museums, the outdoors, the history + architecture, and the kindness of the people.
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Mothers are born. She opens her eyes and suddenly has found herself in a world where an all consuming fire is stoked in her soul, and everyone else in the world takes their place behind her baby. She spends her new life loving, protecting, teaching, and nurturing her baby in preparation for the life he will live beyond her, which means that she has to let go, just a tiny little bit, in every day after. She has to let him fall, let him learn for himself that the stove is hot, and that actions have consequences, terrifying consequences and scenarios that rattle around in a mother’s brain, usually in the quiet dark of a sleepless night when everything seems possible. When the mother and the baby are born, it doesn’t seem possible that one day, that baby will leave home and 18 years is not long when compared to a lifetime. A morning will come when the car is packed with XL twin bedding, posters, and ramen, and the second you leave the driveway, everything will change, one journey ends while another begins. This was that day for me, a day I grieved long before it came and a day that I am still trying to make sense of, because it arrived much sooner than I wanted. August 22, 2024, Going to College.
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Jackson, if you ever find this and read this, I miss you. It’s not the same without you and if I could, I would go back in time do it all over again.
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CAYA = come as you are.
I met Chelsea Fleming, owner of CAYA Retreats, and was immediately drawn to her heart for her work, her energy, and her mama heart as she talked about her two little girls. We were sitting over a cup of coffee and plate of scones while she asked me to travel with her as photographer of CAYA Retreats’ spring equinox retreat in Playa Dominical, Costa Rica. I left the café wanting so badly to go but knowing that arranging the details of kids’ schedules/commitments wouldn’t be easy. That night, I was sitting in bed doing a NYT crossword puzzle and one chain of boxes boldly spelled out COSTA RICA. The next day, Dave was able to arrange to be off while I was gone, so he would be my stand in. Some things are just meant to be. My week with CAYA Retreats in Costa Rica was one of them.
I became a mom the day after I turned 25. Back then, I watched so many of my friends jet off to beautiful places with photo albums full of stories of the most incredible experiences. I so desperately wanted to see them for myself, but with babies and budgets, it was not possible. Then. But here I am at 41, able to go out of my comfort zone and travel by myself to another country to meet up with strangers in an activity (retreat) that I know very little of what to expect. I documented this retreat from the inside, participating as a member of the group and showing the experience from my perspective. And this was an experience that I fell into by accident, but so desperately needed. The friendship, the ease of connection with one another, the beauty of Costa Rican coastline, and engaging in the classes and workshops offered at the retreat, collectively, was balm to my soul. Photographically, it was a dream.
It’s safe to say I will be attending CAYA Retreats in the future, either as photographer or a guest. Chelsea does an incredible job bringing people together for a week of relaxation, recharge, and reset. It was such a beautiful adventure and I’m so thankful for all of it.
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