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It occurred to me a while back that I had never shared my film images from Ireland with all of you (note: this is only four rolls worth, the other four rolls still sit, undeveloped, in my fridge). About five minutes ago, while unsuccessfully attempting to nap, I thought to myself, "there is no better …
Meeting and working with all of this royalty (here and here) has me feeling incredibly nostalgic (shocking I know). And while 4-H isn't the only aspect of Jr. Fair, it's the one that I'm most familiar with as it's the one that led me to my crown. Though it might seem incredibly overdone and tad …
2016 is a huge question mark for me. As someone who likes to plan everything down to the very last detail, this is incredibly hard to admit. I realize that, like most others, my year is a blank slate full of possibility and unknowns, but even in all of those unknowns there is some sort …
I will be the first to tell you that every single stereotypical thing you've ever heard about people in the country driving around aimlessly for fun is true. I love driving; it's small-town americas pastime. I grew up in a large family full of men who love cars. Almost every single story my father, or …
Yesterday I wrote a post that received a lot of love, here, about May 15, 2012. It never fails that every time I go home I will run into somebody that asks me why. Why art school? Why art? For a long time I didn't have an answer (actually I probably still don't) other than …
Some photographs contain stories that are much harder to tell, that you wish didn't have to be told. This is one of those. After beginning my home town documentary, it didn't take long for me to know that this image had to be made. On a hot July day, I jumped in my Sebring and …
This whole documentation of what was left of my childhood began with this building and a call I received from my dear friend Rachael while standing on another dear friend in Columbus' porch. She told me that she was sorry to ring with bad news, but this structure was the next to come down. I stood …
Crying because these are so beautiful and it is once again the final day of the semester. My Nests have finally found a home. VanDyke Brown Prints. 8x8. 2015.
I have been sitting here printing this semesters final portfolio for hours, which means that I've had a lot of time to think. My main realization is in relation the Sycamore work. All of the images from that series are of places near and dear to my heart, but you don't know their stories. This …
I have always been afraid of forgetting and of being forgotten. It's why I love photography. It's why I love spending hours digging through shoe-boxes of old photos capturing lives I'll never know. One of my thesis professors recently told me that my work is sentimental and romantic. This is the result of being in …
KAITLYN JO SMITH 