life & death: an exhibition of photographs

below, you will find the images selected from the submissions for the

life & death photo challenge.

each photographer interpreted the concepts of life and death in their own unique ways.

enjoy the show.

(the "winning" photographs will be announced later this week in a separate post)

image by amelia fletcher

image by karla eargle

image by audry schapai

image by tiffany dyer

image by christy megenbir

image by jen crickenberger

image by amanda johnson

image by david hough

image by amanda markham

image by jeff dugan

image by jordan fogal

image by andrew amelinckx

image by kelsey mcneil

image by lauren phillips

images by jordan fogal

image by craig reynolds

image by tiffany dyer

images by james reeves

image by lauren phillips

image by jen crickenberger

image by amy lorino

image by amanda markham

image by breanna dobbins

image by john russo

image by christy megenbir

image by james reeves

image by kelsey mcneil

image by mike baker

image by karla eargle

image by amelia fletcher

a little night music...

... ala baron & reynolds!

image by craig reynolds

image by sarah c baron

image by sarah c baron

happy monday to you all

as reynolds and i pile into our cars and prepare for our commutes,
we bid you a cheerful "good morning"!
reynolds has a far longer journey than i, as he passes through the mountains of regular and west virginias
on his way back to columbus.
i begin my day atop a surprisingly cold garage rooftop in uptown charlotte.
it is a remarkably quiet place at 6 in the morning
and it reminds me to upload and email my weekly photo submissions...

solitude a la reynolds & baron...

I've been an introvert my entire life. I once thought I was shy, and to a degree, around women, I am, but the truth is that I like being alone. With my thoughts to keep me company, I use that time to look inward and analyze who I am and what I've become. Lately, I've had nothing but time alone as I'm working in Columbus, Ohio, leaving my fiance and kids in Charlotte. Every weekend I go home because being away from them becomes harder and harder. I miss their energy, their presence. Walking into my apartment after spending the weekend with them sucks. So I hop in my car and think. I think about the foundation I am laying to provide for my family. I think about how much I like my car. I think about the photos I'd love to take along my route (one day I'm going to do it) and I think about how much I love my family. So much, I'm willing to sacrifice this time with them.

image by craig reynolds

image by craig reynolds

embrace it

cherish it 

use it

or it will eat at you

image by sarah c baron

image by sarah c baron

seasonal affective disorder

are you really happy?
is that a problem for you?
let reynolds & baron take care of that good mood for you!

topic: ...it feels like a memory

Since I've relocated to Columbus, OH I've had to revert back to my winter ways. Scrapers, longer socks, boots, long sleeve shirts, layers. I haven't scraped snow and ice off of my car window in 6 years, so the other morning, out of habit, I jumped in my car one morning, put my things down, started my car and quickly realized I couldn't see through my windows due to the frosty covering. It brought me back to when I was a little dude, and watching my mom or dad get out of the car to scrape the windows while I sat inside the running car, doing my best to stay warm. I'd look at the patterns the snow and ice made while I shivered, until that loud scraping sound would wipe it all out, giving me a clear view of one of the two people who loved me most as a little kid. For a brief moment, I waited for that scraping sound.

"frozen window" by craig reynolds

"frozen window II" by craig reynolds

i remember waiting for my dad to come home from work...

6 o'clock on the dot; by 6:15 he was in his swimsuit.

rambunctious, tossing, laughter, trampoline, splash

floating, skimming, balancing, smelling of chlorine

summers were fun as the family floated around.

winters were hollow as leaves replaced our tanned bodies.

you'd think i'd dislike the latter part of the year,

but i enjoy the bittersweetness of winter... it makes the memories that much sweeter.

image by sarah c baron

reynolds has left the building & a new project has begun!

...reynolds has abandoned me for a better life in ohio.
i can't blame him, i'd do the same if i had the chance!

now we are charged with keeping the creative relationship alive despite the distance!

a weekly topic and photographic assignment, a yet to be titled project, is our answer.
every week we will give ourselves a topic to explore and interpret in images.
we plan to alternate who choses the subject and as far as subject goes, there are no rules!

reynolds was in charge for this, our inaugural assignment.
the topic or subject that he challenged us with was "mainstreet".

here is what has come of this new cooperative creative stream-of-consciousness endeavor...



Main Street. Every town, city, village has a main street. Not necessarily a Main Street, but a main street. The one artery that establishes that location as the central piece of that area. Some main streets are the defining character of what ever little location it runs through as it seems everything branches off of it. It's the headquarters. Parades are held there. Shopping is conducted there. Loitering by unruly teens is another common attraction. Main street, or main street, not always the same thing.

"candid pedestrian" by craig reynolds

"high street" by craig reynolds

"street" by craig reynolds

when i think main street, the words "home town" run through my mind.

and with that, various tunes and song lyrics about home town life.

(mellancamp, springsteen, iris dement, another lovely song i cannot link to a band...)

as the songs float around in my brain, i am reminded that although i was born somewhere,

my nomadic childhood (and adulthood, for that matter) has left me emotionally "home less".

but the notion of a hometown is vivid in my subconscious. 

these images represent the idyllic home town that thrives only in my imagination.

image by sarah c baron

image by sarah c baron

image by sarah c baron

image by sarah c baron

image by sarah c baron

image by sarah c baron