Posted by katie ett on February 18, 2014 – 12:00 pm
I’m addicted to HGTV and its house-hunting shows, but I’ve realized in watching them that my idea of the dream home is entirely different from what the majority of Americans are apparently envisioning. Aside from not really minding non-granite countertops and never ever ever wanting carpet in any bedroom, I also couldn’t care less about a big backyard. Backyards mean bugs to me, and as much as NYC is known for its cockroaches, I’ve never seen one in my Brooklyn apartment.
And you know who else doesn’t care about big backyards? My best friend, Tracey, who has owned this gigantic four-bedroom, three-bathroom house in the ‘burbs for years now. Do you know how many times she and I have been out on her spacious deck or in her expanse of grass? Twice that I can recall. Once was to take this bird’s nest photo, which she spotted from inside, and where we immediately retreated back to once the picture was taken. I’m still shocked every time that the color robin egg blue is based on actual robin’s eggs.
Posted by katie ett on January 23, 2014 – 12:00 pm
While I was in Ohio for Christmas, I got to take some portraits of my lovely friend Sarah in the old-timey town of Canal Winchester. I met Sarah when a guy I grew up with started working with her at the science museum where I also used to work–though it was well after I had left and moved to NYC–and told her she should look me up as she passed through NYC on her way to live in India for six months(!). It didn’t work out that time (I blame her entirely), and then when she returned to the U.S. and decided to stay in NYC for a time, I put off our meeting for months and months for no reason other than that I was like, “Meh, whatevs, I have enough friends.” But then we finally DID meet, and it was like I had known her my whole life and wanted to continue to know her for the rest of it. So of course she moved back to Ohio, like, two months later.
Anyway:
Bemused Sarah.
Meandering creek.
Winter flowers. (Weeds.)
Sultry Sarah.
Posted by katie ett on January 1, 2014 – 6:00 pm
A commentary on another Christmas come and gone, the passage of time, and the need to cherish the ones you hold dear while they’re still here . . .
. . . or just some pictures from my trip home to Ohio that I liked.
The last one is of my new niece, Kennedy, who was born to my sister, Joanie, and her husband, Josh, on December 1st and whom I visited at their home in Kentucky this past weekend with my parents. She’s already such a human-looking baby that I totally understand why my sister’s talking about being obsessed with her and not wanting anyone else to hold her. I also understand now why people talk about wanting to eat babies. GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE.
Posted by katie ett on November 5, 2013 – 12:00 pm
One of the funny things about living in New York City and thinking that it’s the greatest place is that I’m still constantly jealous of photographers who live in the middle of nowhere and get to photograph that instead. The moment I step out of the car and onto my family farm back in Ohio, I’m ready to hit the fields with my camera. When I got home at the end of last month, my poor dad had to come out to the cornfield and accost me to get some attention. Of course it only took leaving to make me appreciate what I spent the first twenty-five years of my life surrounded by.
Posted by katie ett on October 7, 2013 – 1:00 pm
The Circleville Pumpkin Show is better than Christmas for me. There aren’t presents, but there are blocks and blocks of pumpkin whoopie pies, pumpkin burgers, pumpkin fudge, pumpkin milkshakes, pumpkin pizza, pumpkin waffles, pumpkin chili, chocolate-covered pumpkin cheesecake on a stick, pumpkin buckeyes, and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, and then also everything deep-fried in the world. It’s right next to my hometown, and some of my fondest childhood memories are of walking around the streets of Circleville with my mom and little sister, freezing our tiny fingers off and not caring at all.
As an adult, I look forward to going with my BFF, Tracey, her husband, and as many of our friends as we can and meeting my dad and stepmom there for stromboli from this one particular booth that does it best. This year, my roommate/landlord/former co-worker/friend Jack is coming from NYC, too! I’m so scared about how this thing might look to an outsider and how many times he’ll get beaten up by my friends and family for accidentally calling it a “festival” instead of a “show”, but I’ll soothe his bruises with rainbow-sprinkles-covered candy apples.
I’ll be in Ohio until the 18th (I KNOW!), so here are my recaps from the past few years (minus 2012, when I got too busy with photographing a wedding and dealing with a hurricane that shut down the entire city to blog about it) to keep you company:
Pumpkin Show 2011
Pumpkin Show 2010
Pumpkin Show 2009
Miss you!
