A Christmas Pageant

A Christmas Pageant, Photo by Shannon Finney Photography

This is one of my favorite times of the year. It's a time of traditions, from special

stockings hung on the fireplace mantel, to the Christmas tree skirt handed down

from a great-grandmother. And one of the most enduring is the church Christmas

pageant. Children dress up asMary and Joseph, the Wise Men, angels, the animals

in the barn, shepherds, and, of course, sheep! This little one sat patiently waiting to

take the stage.

Young at Heart



Young at Heart, photo by Shannon Finney

Some of the best photographs happen when nobody's looking. The couple in this photo are the grandparents of a young girl whose bat mitzvah was the reason for this celebration. While the crush of younger folk were heating up the dance floor, this couple was off in their own little corner of the world. It's the granddad's face that does it for me - there's a look of bliss, complete joy at holding his beloved. There is an old song by Eddy Arnold called "Come Live with Me and Be My Love" and one of the verses speaks to the sweetness and the promises of love: "Come live with me and be my love/and say to the autumn leaves turned to gold/stay and hold me in your arms/when the world is cold." 



Duck, Duck, Duck, Goose!

Duck, Duck, Duck, Goose!, photographed November 2010, Milford, CT by Shannon Finney

Sometimes the best pictures literally walk right in front of you - well, at least that was the case with this photo. The site of these geese making their way to the pond across the road certainly brightened up this overcast fall day!

Friday Night Lights: Shelton



Friday Night Lights: Shelton, photographed October 2010 in Shelton, CT by Shannon Finney

The town of Shelton, Connecticut is in the midst of a renewal. Like a lot of New England towns, it was a city of industry, producing everything from helicopter parts to rubber goods.  But the industries that supported Shelton began to leave in the 1970s, and after a massive fire and explosion destroyed the Sponge Rubber Products Plant in 1975, the stage was set for the town's downward march. Today, Shelton is reviving itself, with new building projects downtown, and an infusion of state funds. But the struggles of its recent past are not forgotten, and some of Shelton's young citizens are pondering their futures. Do you get out or get stuck? There are glimmers of hope, mostly coming from the bright lights of the football field at Shelton High School last Friday night, where my husband and I spent the evening with family watching their eldest son, Theo, on the field. It was a big night - senior night - and the last home game of the season. It was a bitter-sweet night, of pride at the accomplishments of these senior high school players and anxiety over what their futures will be. After the game, we along with the hundreds of other spectators, parents, families and friends, took to the football field, and, as Theo strided over, face beaming from his team's victory, I noticed the brightness of his future and how it shone on his face. This is youth, this is hope, all under those Friday night lights.



Summer's Last Kiss

Blue Sky Day, Photo by Shannon Finney

Now that it is officially sweater weather here in Washington, DC, it's time for that long, last lingering kiss of summer! I shot this as part of my 2010 Spring Lake Series and whenever I look at it, I'm immediately transported to the hot, gritty sands of the beach, and a sky so blue that it looks like it could only occur in Photoshop. The beachgoers in silhouette sit on a horizontal plane. This photo references everything that is beach to me but laid out in such a way that it appears deconstructed.

Climb

Climb, photographed in 2008 at Wat Arun, Bangkok, Thailand by Shannon Finney

Have you ever experienced something so overwhelming in the scope of its beauty that it makes you covetous? When I stepped off of the boat on the west bank of the Chao Phraya River in Bangkok, this feeling of greed, of an eager desirousness engulfed me. Focus - that thing so invaluable to a photographer - was thrown aside and there was only avarice. To be thrown into such a place of visual splendor was heady and so I let loose and snapped furiously away. After 30 minutes in the hot Thai late morning sun, I sat down and looked, truly looked at this place. It was a temple, after all, built for contemplation and exhaultation, so I put away the camera and simply walked around. Looking up at Wat Arun and colorful coat of porcelain fragments I noticed the blue of the sky. From the ground, it looked as if the very top of the monument was scraping against the heavens. And so I began the climb upwards. The central stairway seemed to be the way to go, however its stairs were steep stone rectangles, so that you didn't actually walk up the stairs, rather you did a weird sort of vertical crawl up and up and up. A family of three - a mother and father in their 60s and a daughter who looked college-aged - were heaving themselves up carefully. I gestured for them to pass me and continue upwards. Watching them, I was struck by how the precariousness of the physical climb to the top of this place mirrors anyone's trip to the unknown, to a place beyond what you might be able to see. 

Jim Crow First Person



Cousin Sterling, photographed September 25, 2010 by Shannon Finney

One of the first things you should know about Cousin Sterling is that he loves to talk…and talk and talk some more, until he’s worn you out, and then he moves onto the next person. As you try to politely disengage, he then puts the “grip” on you, seizing your hand and going in for another round on whatever topic has caught his attention. Sitting outside at the old family farm for our family reunion picnic this past weekend I found myself face to face with Cousin Sterling. And as he began his ramble about the state of the world, I interjected with what I thought would lighten the mood - an off-the-cuff comment about what Sterling thought about the Washington Redskins football team.  What I received, instead, was Sterling’s response that he was not and would never be a fan of the Redskins because they were racist. The conversation that unfolded was nothing that I could have anticipated. Sterling told me of his dreams for a career in pro-football. He told me of his on-field exploits while playing college ball at Howard University, and he told me how his personal dreams collided with the prejudice of then-Redskins owner, George Preston Marshall, whose refusal to integrate the team left Cousin Sterling in limbo. In the end it would take the efforts of Secretary of the Interior Stewart L. Udall in 1961 to force Marshall’s hand and integrate the Redskins. But for Cousin Sterling, it would be too late. He would go on to play for the then-Baltimore Colts until a career-ending knee injury in his first season would sideline his pro-football career permanently.  In his 70s now, Cousin Sterling spends his days selling flowers from his truck on the roadside, talking to whoever will listen. I hope they listen well.





The Intellectuals

The Intellectuals, Photographed November 2009, New Haven, CT

I shot this during a morning stroll around New Haven. The air outside was crisp and cold, but inside was all warmth and quiet. Everything about this interior scene repeats this duality - the quartet at table bundled up in their hats and gloves gripping their hot cups of coffee; the heavy, velvet drapes framing the ice-cold landscape. There is a sense of coldness, of disengagement from the group as they sit with each other, but do not interact with each other.

Budapest, My Love

Budapest, My Love, Photo by Shannon Finney, 2010 Budapest

In the age of Facebook, and MySpace and Twitter and YouTube, it would seem that there is nothing left that can truly shock someone. Reality TV adds the extra dimension of multiple cameras and curious group living situations to rachet up the action. But the most unexpected thing that I encountered was along the streets of Budapest, Hungary where I witnessed lovers sharing long, lingering kisses and noted that no one else seemed to mind! Here at home, this is the stuff of hormonal teenagers or of illicit, adulterous grown-ups. The sensual has become the perverse, so much so that we even develop a careful, manicured vocabulary to mute the power of this connection - calling a kiss a "public display of affection" or PDA, the same three-letter acronym used for your Blackberry or iPhone! Asking your crush if you can "hang out" when you really want to ask "will you love me?" What I saw when I photographed this couple was so immediate and intense that the only way I could describe it was with this image.





Love and Confetti

Love and Confetti, photo by Shannon Finney

Along with the Redskins vs. Cowboys match-up this past Sunday, the DMV (that's the Washington, DC metropolitan area) was host to another event which makes thousands of fans cheer - the Washington Bridal Showcase! Despite a soggy Sunday morning start, more than one thousand brides came out to the bridal showcase bringing their energy, their ideas, and their overflowing wedding binders! It's like we all decided that no one was going to rain on our parade, which brings me to the above photo which I shot on the occasion of a wedding. Their's was a story of love found, lost, and then found again. They planned their wedding for months, and every detail was well-thought out, save for the weather. The dark clouds rolled in on the eve of their nuptuals, and by their wedding day, sheets of rain pounded the streets of Alexandria. But the bride and groom were all smiles and laughter and tears of joy because they knew that rain is just weather, and that on our best days, love and confetti are all that you need:)



Start Your Engines!

Start Your Engines!

The first person to say that life is a marathon, not a sprint, was obviously not planning their wedding! No matter how far in advance you book your caterer, find the perfect reception spot, and say yes to THE dress, there are always the dozens of other wedding day tasks that crowd those final months before the big day. My own wedding day became a cram session of seating charts, wedding favor assembly, and the search for shoes after a last-minute reconsideration of my ability to stand in 3-inch heels for 10 hours. And now, with the advent of reality television, the complex engineering that goes on behind-the-scenes of your wedding day are exposed, throwing brides-to-be into new heights of worry as we watch wedding cake disasters, dress stains, and wonder if this will happen on our own wedding day! The one ray of hope that I can provide is this: your wedding day will be the best day. It will not be perfect. It will be an expression of you as a couple, and of all of your hopes and your dreams for a life shared in deep and committed love. That’s better than perfect. So grab your over-stuffed wedding binders and your tabs and highlighters, book those dance lessons, and start your engines for the journey of a lifetime.


Visit Shannon Finney Photography at the Washington Bridal Showcase!

Come on out to the Washington Bridal Showcase on Sunday, September 12, 2010 from 11:00AM to 5:00PM at the Dulles Expo Center in Chantilly, VA! Check out our booth and talk to Shannon Finney and her team about your wedding and engagement photography!

Portrait of Mildred the Wise, 2010

Portrait of Mildred the Wise, photographed by Shannon Finney, Washington, DC June 2010

Portraits have the ability to tell the truth about their subject and about their author. I met Mildred's daughter by happenstance and as she told me about Mildred, about her long vibrant life filled with hard work and family, I wanted the chance and the challenge of telling a bit of her story. At the time of our sitting, Mildred was in the advanced stages of vision loss and her verbal ability was limited to low moans. But her body remained strong, and etched in her face were the traces of her youthful self.

Bicycle from the Spring Lake 2010 Series

Bicycle from the Spring Lake 2010 Series by Shannon Finney

The simplest things can be the most visually satisfying. The thing that made me photograph this was the simple play of shapes - the circles of the tires, the lines of the wooden slats of the boardwalk, the vertical post and the lines of the beach and shoreline. I wanted to minimize the distraction of color and focus just on shapes and shadow. The scene was in full sun which only served to further harden the lines to great effect. I enhanced the grain, exaggerating it to warm the almost clinical brightness of the photo.This is one of my favorite images.   - Shannon Finney