My father was a force of nature. His life was wild and exciting and unexpected and full of laughter. Although he was the smartest person I ever met, he often used his hands more than his head - a pot of chicken stock boiling on the stove, peppers canning in water baths, endless hours gardening on hands and knees, summers fishing and filleting and smoking blues, building anything from shelves to raised beds to sandwich boards for the general store. If you’ve never seen him hang a piece of art or put up a Christmas tree or pack a trunk of a car, it was a something to behold. Although partially color blind (and deaf in one ear from his marine days), he lived life in technicolor - he surrounded himself with art, jazz, crosswords, trashy mystery thrillers, seriously cold martinis, homemade culinary masterpieces, fantastic dinner party conversations and stacks of New Yorkers. Mostly though his life was filled by a boundless love for our family. I don’t have words yet to describe how grateful I am for not only his unwavering belief in me but his own fathomless confidence, intelligence and determination. He never ever missed a play and (as many can attest to) he would sit in the audience every night for weeks on end to watch me. He taught me that generosity is how to move through the world, that you “never know where it’s coming from” and to always think that you might be wrong. He had an uncanny ability to see people in their entirety and to make them feel special and safe. He took giant risks and did so without fear of failure. Even when he did fail he simply picked himself up and started at it again. I miss his constant sarcastic quips and bad jokes and epic stories; the warmth of his chest on my head and the little songs he’d sing in the kitchen and the daily roast chicken for the dogs. I miss him calling my mom “Mar-cee-ya” with a wink and a tush slap and hearing her yell at him and then giggle. Since his passing three weeks ago, my world is much dimmer and the profundity of his absence continues to bring me to my knees. I hope I continue to feel him everywhere. We will hold a celebration of life in the spring when his gardens are in full bloom. ❤️
These are the kind of memories that feel like they’ve been with you forever.
Katie and Steve took over their hometown of Harvard, MA to celebrate love, good food, and the simple joy of being surrounded by their favorite people.—A perfect day in the place where it all began.
Couple: @kcroyle@targus_crunt
Planning, Production & Design: @oneandsupp
Photography: @henryandmac_meghan
Hair & Makeup: @ericareneebeauty
Florals: @rumphiusflowers
Catering: @jointventure___
Venue: Croyle Family Home & @harvardgeneralstore
Brass Band: @soulcityband
DJ: @dartcollective
Tent: @peakeventservices
Photo Team: @moniquejuliettebaron
Spring was a whirlwind of weddings, events, and projects. July brings a welcome breather, and with it, the space to finally share all the magic. Stay tuned! xx
#springweddings #bostonwedding #documentaryweddingphotography #vogueweddings #realweddings #newenglandwedding #newenglandweddingphotographer
Tonight on my run I saw some folks in town had put up hand made posters in solidarity with Black Lives Matter and Pride. I stopped to take a picture when I noticed the Artist in the window. She looked down at me and flashed a giant smile. I pointed at her artwork and gave a big thumbs up. She looked me right in the eye and put her fist in the air. She couldn’t have been older than 4 years old. #blacklivesmatter #blacktranslivesmatter #happypride #nojusticenopeace
I share this letter because I have supported white fragility and supremacy in US theater. I have been seen doing so by the Black, Indigenous and People of Color (BIPOC) theatremakers, and I see myself and in my actions of this letter. I share this to amplify the voices of BIPOC artists and administrators in our field and to hold myself accountable for my actions. #believeblackpeople
