I've pondered the word vernacular as it applies to photography. I like the notion of vernacular as native, domestic, as a word that reflects place.  And vernacular photographs could easily be thought of as snapshots, but they are deceptively simple and far more revealing than first meets the eye. I think of the captivating pictures from the two women who are 3191 Miles Apart, scenes of everyday life in all its messiness and beauty. Or the daily photos from Rebecca Lily. I fall in love with every single picture these talented artists share.  I don't easily see the world in this way. It's as though I've been using my photography to perpetuate this version of myself - with pretty paper and a bow - to be presented to another person.  And now, I am opening my heart and my mind to be vulnerable and let my photography express how i feel and see the world.

Day 10

Day 10