The Bechers Came to Sycamore.

There I sat at my desk eating a slice of pizza and perusing Pinterest (as one commonly does during their lunch break) when the door swung open and I made the realization that over the past twenty-two years I had entered an important part of photo history. I was looking through someones curated collection of power …

Stories.

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 …

Behind My Sycamore III.

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 …

Behind My Sycamore II.

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 …

Behind My Sycamore I.

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 …

Far More, Far Better.

I haven't written a blog post in an incredibly long time, it's not for the lack of making or having things to say, but rather that I have produced so much work since we've last spoke that I have no clue where to even begin.  My website (www.kaitlynjosmith.com) has gotten a beautiful facelift and I …