We are a group of 23 international photographers. Every week for a year, we will share an image from a moment in our own personal world as if we are sending virtual postcards to each other. I find the curating to be an extraordinary piece of the art itself; the images take on a life that seem to speak to each other as they flow from one to the next. A visual dialogue. However, the only person who sees our individual images ahead of time is the curator. She makes it downright magical.
Every. Single. Time.
One of the best things about our unseasonably cool, rainy summer is how much outdoor time we’ve all been able to enjoy. We haven’t been held prisoner in the basement by heat indices in triple digits. Instead, we’ve played outside all morning and there have even been a multitude of afternoons too chilly to swim. Grass is downy and lush, not the brown, pokey straw that we stepped on 2012.
And yet. Behold, the Year of the Mosquito. I want to start swatting my arms just looking at this image.
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