Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Saturday, March 12, 2011

‎"When patterns are broken, new worlds emerge." Tuli Kupferberg


‎"When patterns are broken, new worlds emerge." Tuli Kupferberg

East Shoreham, Vermont Railroad Covered Bridge

Built in 1897

Jennifer R. Bernard, Photographer

http://www.Photography-by-Jennifer.com

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Louisa May Alcott: November 29, 1832 - March 6, 1888


Louisa May Alcott

"Little Women" (1868) 

Civil War Veteran serving in 1863 as an nurse in Washington, DC. (1863)

The Orchard House residence of the Alcott Family from 1858 to 1877;
home of  "Little Women" in Concord, MA.

The Orchard House the first residence to become a museum in 1911 celebrating 100th year 2011.

Louisa May Alcott 

born:  November 29, 1832

died:  March 6, 1888

buried:  Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Concord, MA.

Photograph:  Re enactment

Photography by Jennifer

Jennifer R. Bernard, Photography

http://www.Photography-by-Jennifer.com

"We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have the power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing."   Louisa May Alcott

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Saturday, January 22, 2011

1933, RKO Radio Pictures Inc., Directed by George Cukor, Writing credits: Louisa May Alcott


Little Women


1933, RKO Radio Pictures Inc., Directed by George Cukor, Writing 
credits: Louisa May Alcott(novel: as Louisa M. Alcott), Sarah Y. 
Mason & Vicor Heerman


MR. LAURENCE
Um_c What's this? Why aren't you two young ladies downstairs 
dancing?

AMY
Mother said we weren't to go down with the grown-ups.

MR. LAURENCE
But can you see anything from here? How about you?

AMY
She just likes to listen to the music.

MR. LAURENCE
You just come down with me where it's playing.

BETH
Oh, no. No, sir. Please.

MR. LAURENCE
Why not? Well, my dear child, what's the matter?

AMY
She has an infirmity. 

MR. LAURENCE
Mmm?

AMY
She's shy.

MR. LAURENCE
Oh, I see.

AMY
If it weren't for that, she'd be simply fastitidious because she 
plays beautifully.

MR. LAURENCE
Oh, she must come and play for me sometime.

AMY
No. She never would.

MR. LAURENCE
Oh, it wasn't that I wanted to hear her, but that piano down 
there is simply going to ruin for want of use. I was hoping one 
you young ladies would come and practice on it. Just_c. Just to 
keep it in tune, you know. Well, if you don't care to come, never 
mind.

BETH
Oh, sir. We do care, very, very much.

MR. LAURENCE
So. So you're the musical one.

BETH
I'm Beth. I love it dearly and I'll come if you're quite sure no-
one will hear me and be disturbed.

MR. LAURENCE
Not a soul, my child. Not a soul. You come too, young lady. And 
tell your mother I think all her daughters are simply 
"fastidious".

AMY
Beth, isn't he elegant?

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Kim's Gift


"Nothing happens when you sit at home. 
I always make it a point to carry a camera with me at all times…
I just shoot at what interests me at that moment." 

Elliott Erwitt

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Being Neighborly - Louisa May Alcott (1868)


"Little Women" (1868):  Being Neighborly - Chapter 5 - Louisa May Alcott

"What in the world are you going to do now, Jo?" asked Meg one snowy afternoon, as her sister came tramping through the hall, in rubber boots, old sack, and hood, with a broom in one hand and a shovel in the other.

"Going out for exercise," answered Jo with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"I should think two long walks this morning would have been enough! It's cold and dull out, and I advise you to stay warm and dry by the fire, as I do," said Meg with a shiver.

"Never take advice! Can't keep still all day, and not being a pussycat, I don't like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I'm going to find some."

Meg went back to toast her feet and read Ivanhoe, and Jo began to dig paths with great energy. The snow was light, and with her broom she soon swept a path all round the garden, for Beth to walk in when the sun came out and the invalid dolls needed air. Now, the garden separated the Marches' house from that of Mr. Laurence. Both stood in a suburb of the city, which was still countrylike, with groves and lawns, large gardens, and quiet streets. A low hedge parted the two estates. On one side was an old, brown house, looking rather bare and shabby, robbed of the vines that in summer covered its walls and the flowers, which then surrounded it. On the other side was a stately stone mansion, plainly betokening every sort of comfort and luxury, from the big coach house and well-kept grounds to the conservatory and the glimpses of lovely things one caught between the rich curtains.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Forgotten Barn



"The goal is not to change your subjects, but for the subject to change the photographer." 

Author Unknown