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Traffic it was bumper-to-bumper with state workers trying to get the hell out of the city. The roads were already super slick. I think we were a beer or two in, skidding and sliding down the sidewalk to the Tav from the Pub. It was a perfect day. . First snow of the season with Ashlie. Harrisburg, PA. November, 2018. . . . @ashliesquid #radicalabundance #whatweatewhere #harrisburg #makeportraits https://www.instagram.com/p/CI3p_xVD4pv/?igshid=11bkufr8eunyl
It was after dark and I had been sitting in the living room reading when I got up to pee—pee with the door open. It’s what you do when you live alone. Most of the time I don’t even turn on the light in the bathroom. I sat there and gazed at the antique door knob of the bathroom door warmed by the light drifting in from the living room. I washed my hands in the dark and leaned against the door frame staring back down the hall. . I think I’ve lived most of my life in a perpetual state of self-inflicted unrest and tension so when I finally started learning how to carve out time to relax in the last few years, I’ve realized how revolutionary it is to rest. It’s an unclenching of the jaw, a stretch, steady and deep breaths, feeling everything—all of my senses, elevation and peace. But it’s usually reserved for moments like when I’m hiking or at an airbnb in the woods or when I’ve had real downtime in Asbury or when I’ve been in Nicaragua or the Dominican Republic with Marilyn. It was always temporary and fleeting. . As I stared down the hall into the tungsten incandescence of the living room, I breathed deeply and felt it. . I am home and it is a profound relief. . #whatweatewhere #home https://www.instagram.com/p/CIHPl0iDhad/?igshid=9vrsfuo0m51u
Shannon and her bike out front of the house. A spontaneous, emotional, very distanced hang during a very strange spring. It’s fucking wild how relieved and happy I was to see you on this day. Pandemic conducive gestures of care and friendship. Harrisburg, PA. April, 2020. . . . @shannon_tooker #makeportraits #harrisburg #whatweatewhere #bikelife https://www.instagram.com/p/CHnqZ_8DjxK/?igshid=199kcwr4ha35a
Clarence jumped on me in the middle of the night last night and farted. It smelled so bad that I woke up in a state of panic—honestly thought he shit the bed. Turns out he’s just a stinky boy. . A good, handsome, sometimes stinky boy. Clarence-not-so-Fresh. Harrisburg, PA. January, 2020. . @greencatchup #whatweatewhere https://www.instagram.com/p/B7b1I0lg41D/?igshid=ixo25ixg4fpx
I promised Travis that I would pop over to take a few photos of Javier before his senior prom but fuck, I was so hungover that day. The kind of hangover where all of your insides feel like a cauldron, your head throbs, your vision is a little wonky, and any act of care to ease the self-inflicted suffering reminds you that you’re not total trash and still worthy of love and comfort. I sat on a stool in the kitchen with a head in each hand—my own, propped up on the counter and Arlo’s big, sweet Doberman head resting in my lap—while Travis softly laughed and made me juice to fix my insides. It did me a world of good and you’re one hell of a friend. Harrisburg, PA. May, 2018. . @tawatkins18famu #whatweatewhere #makeportraits (at Harrisburg, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B68ub6yAFik/?igshid=ph26hm0rdmh0
Usually my work trips aren’t spent in fancy hotels. More often than not, they look very similar to this. . In Philly—I’m posted up on a stool, catching up with Kat as she dances around the kitchen making her morning tinctures and cooking us some kind of dope scramble for breakfast. Both of us still in sweatpants. My legs feel like jello from the shoot the day before. She has a work call in about an hour. I’m so glad we reconnected. . In DC—I get the spare room at Lisa & Christina’s. They’re watching The Bachelorette. JJ is literally weaseling his way in between me and my computer. This goofy dog is so sweet and wants to be as physically close to me as possible. I can tell how stressed Christina is when she gets home from work. I can tell how tired Lisa is—but also, I see how much happier she is in her new job. I’m just so fucking glad to be close to them. . In Asbury—Carrot & Sam’s couch. Post-shoot I’d eat half of a vegan edible and fucking melt into that old couch. “Look who’s all stoney baloney!” Sam would laugh. I’m a lightweight when it comes to weed. There aren’t enough ‘thank you’s in the world for them having me so often in their home on 6th Ave. I watched them slowly break up though. It was hard to witness. But even when both of them were hurting, they always made space for me. I love and appreciate both of you more than you’ll ever know. . In Hoboken, I haul all of my gear from the PATH to a little Irish pub to meet Jason & his roommate. I throw back a Miller Lite and Jason, a whiskey. I’m wiped from being on the train all day. He’s wiped too, traveling home from a Mexico City work trip. We’ll end up on the couch and we won’t make it through an episode of fucking anything before we both pass out. At some point, I come to and gingerly wake him up to tell him to go to bed. Shoot tomorrow. . I love this shit so much. To all my friends who have or will give me a bed, couch, or floor to sleep on—No matter what it looks like, I love spending time with you. Thank you. @katherine.p.reid @lisawalds @morty_in_dc @carrot.volz @biggest.little.big.muff @dontthinktwice24 #whatweatewhere https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Iy_xWg7JisZfjfWrvv-46jKSMX915pYjGFiM0/?igshid=ua9ybvbq15i4
You have always been filled with this radiant intensity. When you moved to New York, you challenged yourself completely—your education, previous position at F3, your newer position at DCG, the growth of your relationship with Nathan, the friendships and professional partnerships you’ve nurtured. You found place for all of that intensity and propelled yourself into your own wild future... I’m just so stoked to see you thriving. Love you, friend. . Casey at her dad’s house on Silver Lake. Lewisberry, PA. September, 2019. . @kittaquartz #makeportraits #whatweatewhere https://www.instagram.com/p/B3FwebCgFSSuPo0VLH-UduLVcAtEk4NvpQIIDs0/?igshid=1b47ug8u3xgyj
Family is wild. I haven’t seen my cousin Sarah since I was in the sixth grade. It’s been 22 years. . When I saw her this weekend, I was so struck. She is so familiar to me—the way she speaks, her gestures, her spirit. Have we known each other for consecutive lifetimes? Or maybe she is a mirror greeting known or forgotten bits of myself? I just feel really taken aback. . “Danielle, you have such a great laugh... I feel like I need to record it. And... I mean that in a good way,” she reassured. . I laughed again and dropped some line about how it was a laugh that people could do impressions of... but honestly, I had been thinking the same of her. . This trip has been amazing. . . . #whatweatewhere #danifresh #family https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzvpv6MANYG/?igshid=gonvuxysyexl
