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— Claire C.

1330 Quincy St NE,

Minneapolis, MN, 55413,

United States

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March light in Minnesota. I’m into it.

The stream, as steady as it seems, still somehow succumbs to turmoil, a silent sorrow set apart from the surface. Weary waters waxing, wistful and wrong, arise my melancholy, arise!
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The fog and the flooding today is creating quite the mood.

And all at once the precipitous, parenthetical pretenses of matrimony were presented, in patchwork pools on the pavement, whispers of wind on wedding dresses, the bland blanketed sky beckoning the black and gray, and the nuance of saying “I do” in an otherwise delightful downpour of purpose.
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I often like to revisit wedding images and try to write and describe what it felt like in the moment of taking light, shape, and time and making it a memory for someone else. I remember being SO bummed out about the rain on this day but in reality it was one of the most important aspects, it altered everything to its exact meaning. I am so thankful for couples who allow me to use my words and my eyes to create for them. This puddle was all nature tho, I can’t take too much credit.

We may not have the same grandeur that other geographical areas have when it comes to waterfalls but when Minnehaha freezes over the feeling is far beyond the reaches of fiction. Thankful for this couple’s willingness to climb this icy citadel, the colors couldn’t have been any more coercing.
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Also as a nerdy side note the black and green textures reminded me so much of Minas Morgul. Kept looking over my shoulder thinking I was going to see the Witch-king of Angmar. ☠️

Quite often I photograph a wedding and it sinks into me, becomes a part of me, sits on the very edge my day to day, even long after the events have given way. I’m not sure if it was the light itself, or the museums texture and tone, the familiarity of the features, or their incredible simplicity in detail, leaving love outlined and oracular, perforated as the proverbial opposites it intended it to be. Whatever the case, I am glad I was there to accompany it. Also, their Ketubah was literally the most beautiful I have ever see .

Finally getting around to posting some more images from my editorial piece for @artfullivingmag this fall making portraits for an article they ran on Scott Seekins. I’m very proud of this body and cannot thank the Artful Living team enough for giving me creative freedom on this piece.
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I talked briefly the last time I posted an image from this shoot about the curious way Scott has become a mysterious narrative in so many creative lives around the city. This shoot was both intimidating for me but also so freeing. What I mean by that is, we see people all the time, and every time we see someone our brains begin a narrative of judgement, both good and bad, but it’s something you almost can’t control. Over the years of seeing Scott I always made stories up in my head or envisioned what he did besides be absolutely everywhere at all times, I even wondered if there were actually twins playing tricks on everyone and the whole color thing was just a silly game. Turns out nothing is real. Turns out, we believe what we want to believe until we seek truth in a meaningful way. I’ve always loved the mysterious nature of his presence and the way he, himself, seemed like a living piece of art. I coneptualized a few versions on paper of how I wanted to execute this duality he presents and a fair amount of it was done in camera which I am very happy about, a few mirrors and a few reflections later and we have these images. Make sure to spin your phone upside down when necessary 😊🔄
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After spending time with Scott I realized just how human he was. And how his trials and unfair stereotypes by other have shaped and swallowed him. Never once did it sway his true nature. And for that I am inspired. I spend so much time hiding in my head and the handful of hours I spent with this man, made me a better one. For that I am ever thankful to be doing what I love and shedding a new skin. Thank you, Scott, for making this city awesome.
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How often do you judge from a distance? Is it even considered hurtful to just think negatively about someone? What are you doing to be aware of your biases, both conscious and unconscious?

I used to walk through this indoor courtyard twice a day during college, it was always flooded with light from the glass ceiling floating above, it’s probably the most bustling part of our indoor skyway system here in Minneapolis, always the best place to people watch. On this wedding day the groom wanted to get a photo in front of the shop where he got his suit, which happens to be in that building, so we swung by this area, it was Sunday morning and the place was a ghost town. Never in my life had I seen it so serene, and the patchwork presented on the floor was both disorienting and just down right awesome. It’s funny how you can overlook something for years and years and then out of nowhere be suddenly surrendered to its shape. 🔲◾️🔲◾️🔲◾️🔲

Hands // Hues.
The ability to sculpt is somewhat surreal to me, turning nothing into something, symmetrically, serendipitously, but who suggests that it was nothing to begin with? A simple shadow sets the suns existence into stone, a sobering succession that sometimes we see the scales in inverse. Love has come to pass in this very way; a songbird shepherding staccato to the sky.

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