Over the past few months, as my work on the series Skeleton in the Closet has progressed, I’ve received quite a few encouraging emails and comments. These come from people who have participated in the series, people who have viewed the work online, and people who have come to the gallery shows. While I’ve been...
Elizabeth Kirk used to work in the circus. Willie Smith works in politics. Similar enough professions, I suppose, that it’s no surprise that they got together. And when they get together, boy to the sparks fly! Literally. Willie and Beth’s wedding on June 23, 2007, was perhaps the most fun event I have ever photographed....
WOW! What can we say except…WOW! You must be so proud of your work. We certainly are! Fritz, you are such an artist and we cannot thank you enough for being a part of our day. We are both overjoyed with the amazing photos that you took of us, our families and friends. What a treat. We cannot stop beaming over them! There were so many times we looked at each other and said “did you know he was taking photos then?” A true testament to your ability. The slide show you put together expresses our personalities and the fun that we had exactly; right down to the music you selected. You really nailed it right on the head. For those that were unable to join us, it is a great way to share the full story. We would recommend you to anyone and everyone. These are not just photos, they are works of art and we can’t wait to share them and enjoy them over and over again!
Words just cannot express our gratitude.
Thank you!
This is the COOLEST photo. I love the whole blog and website. Beautiful photography and commentary. But the Fire breathing Bride photo is spectacular!!!
Absolutely delightful. And a nice antidote to what I was looking at earlier today – the images from the “New American Portraits” show at the Beckman gallery in NYC. Nearly all sterile, disspirited and even hostile. Thanks, Fritz.
Faces and Facades: London, Kenya, Israel England, Kenya, Israel. Three continents, three cultures, three weeks. While my work in these places was to photograph those I was there to serve (a medical relief team), my eye was constantly drawn to the local faces and façades. Whether in Kenya, where the mud structures that have been...
While I’m taking an afternoon to ‘rest’ here in Jerusalem, I’m still editing photographs taken in Kenya last week. Here is a selection of images I am enjoying: Each day, a few members of our team worked with children in the slums, playing games, singing songs, coloring, and having generally a rather good time. The...
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I remember people I had been friends with since before I could walk becoming totally different people, seemingly over-night…You’re right, everyone is trying to figure out who they are, and though it may be intriguing from the outside, it was a painful, confusing process at the time.
I’ll have to work on taking some more horrific photos of junior high, I guess. What specifically do you remember that was terrible?
Uh, yeah, no. Junior high was my own personal two year nightmare. But your photographs of Jr. High kids don’t make me think of that at all – they make me think of them the way you describe them in your comment there.
Hey, I wasn’t home schooled, but I did go to Christian schools most of my education. I did go to public school in the 9th grade (the last year it was a Junior High). It was mostly a good experience.
When I worked on the Welcome to Wonderland project, photographing adolescents for several years, everybody I told about the project had the same reaction: I hated middle school! I guess my reaction to that age wasn’t quite so violent, although it wasn’t easy. (Ask me about being suspended for 2 days sometime….)
I really do enjoy photographing kids at that age, though. They’re a blast to watch: so dynamic, crazy, surprising, full of potential. They surtprise me all the time with their thoughts, abilities, creativity. They’re still trying to figure out who they are, and it’s a fun, touching process to watch.
No, junior high was the WORST! I’m glad someone enjoyed it…personally, I couldn’t wait to leave.
By the way, Mr. Home School, what are YOUR junior high memories? 
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