Let The Circle Be Unbroken

for as long as i can remember i have found comfort staring outside a window.. it is here that i can let my mind wander and drift, give my thoughts free reign.. no restrictions....... it’s also a place of peace... where i can find equilibrium when things seem unsteady......


so as i stand behind the camera watching a child doing just the same thing...... with the same sense of wonder as i still do as an adult...... i feel like it becomes a full circle.....the child in the adult.. the adult in a child... all part of one greater whole............ let the circle be unbroken

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A Beautiful Old Maine Face

As i head back to maine.. i think about a beautiful old face.. the smile... as he walks down a country road.. where i spot him and practically propel myself out of a moving car.. driven to him like a magnet...
one can imagine the years lived.. what history is carried within..... oh the stories and memories he could share...

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The Skies Opened up in All Their Glory

the skies opened up in all their glory tonite over the southern Utah skies...

it’s been nothing less than sheer peace here... the vibration of mother earth.... the silence and formations of rock and sand, mixed with ancestral history.. no one in sight in a vast landscape that seems to go on forever....... gods country

feeling ever so grateful for this moment in time.. where so much has been going wrong in our world.. but in this moment everything feels so right.... i just want to hold onto this sacred time.. where everything seems to have meaning..

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The Womb



i'm usually the one taking these kind of photos....but sometimes you just got to jump in.(literally) .be the muse and have someone else shoot you..... so thank you so so much my compadre’ and travel partner for colloborating with me so much on this journey

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Betrayal

When They See Us... on Netflix...

A must see / this series on the Central Park Five....

I saw the documentary years ago, but this dramatic portrayal, is so painful to watch, creates such anger, betrayal and distrust..

the only minuscule redeeming thing is that they were Acquitted of all charges..(but it should have NEVER happened), and got some compensation.. but what can ever compensate for the life lost, the brutality and criminality on the part of the poilice, investigators..and prosectors...NOTHING!!! dispicable.....

And all the mothers , fathers,brothers and sisters, grandparents that helped nourish , and provide to the best of their ability loving homes, promises of futures.. families torn apart, left in disarray and anguish

and while it is 20 years later... we are on a backward slide..or maybe we never really progressed as much as we believed..... so much has not changed with the racial profiling of black men and youth..

Reforms to our criminal justice system should be an imperative for all

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Eating out the Insides

when i was a little girl... my mother meticulously cut away the crusts of my sandwiches because she knew i would always eat out the insides, where the bread was soft and plump with tuna or peanut and jelly and leave the crust behind, just like this... on the edge of the plate

something about seeing this familiar image drew me right in.. initially i think it was the table cloth and plate making it more of a visual feast..just like the insides of a sandwich...the obvious tasty palatable part.... but what resonated was the crust left behind... .. to a repeated childhood memory 50+ years ago..

as an adult i look at it now.....symbolic of one of lifes many lessons.....that which we dont want to see or deal with..... the left overs....what’s left behind..... someone eating out the good of something.... the easy part...the insides... something more accessible... and yet what might be harder ..less tangible..taking more effort...and therefore more difficult to swallow... left over..........

what i know... is that it’s easy to enjoy and feast on all the good parts life has to offer.. but it’s often the mountains we climb... the seasons we must get through.. lifes curve balls that make us stronger...wiser.. more compassionate and decent.. we learn empathy... and develop character.......



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Second Chance

she grabbed my attention once before.. hanging out the same window... as if that was her permanent place .. like a fixture watching the world go by......

quickly i raised my camera, asking to take her image so as not to miss her resolute composure, and the glint in her eyes, but she balked and, said “no" and i quickly put my camera down in complete respect...

then i came upon her again many months later , completely forgetting the last time , and of course my camera raised again..because i am drawn all over again...and she too again balked.. as neither had changed our position..... i said ok.. but you look so wonderful in that window... .and she acquiesced letting me shoot, me quickly grabbing some images before she began to pose and change her expressions... images i didn't want ,but continued shooting as she felt like a star and seemed so proud... and now was revelling in the attention..

when i am done she decides my skin is too dry from the sun.... and runs into the house to grab some special bottle of oils she says i must put on... and i do so returning the bottle , but she insists i must take it with me ...

i find it fascinating how connections are made..how we warm up to each other when we take down our guards.. just one human being to another...pure and simple...

i continue on my way......both of us with smiles...

when i see her again ..i'll try to bring her back one of the images..

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A Moment of Light


I was driving around in the Semana Peninsula in 2015, in a total stupor, an other worldly fog...... i just had surgery after discovering i had cancer and would undergo chemotherapy in a week.. i was belligerent about that.. i knew it would save my life, but i had been in an internal war, because i saw it as posion.. (believe me i got over it once i understood---life or death)

i looked at everyone in front of me , lives looking jovial.. healthy... long flowing hair on women as i was expecting mine to fall out.... 

i put on my happy face.. grabbed each day with complete nina vigor; beach, sea , food, drink, camera camera camera....driving to get lost... my favorite of all favorites

it was one of those trips i had anticipated where there would be so much for me to shoot.. but it wasn't as rich for me as i expected... maybe because i was different.. my inner calibration was so off....

but in the country on some side road i fell into a short spanish conversation with this woman.. i loved the wildness of her white hair... it was just a moment. .a simple 20 minutes maybe.. but those minutes were precious... and gave me enough lift to find my smile and carry on... 

that is what photography does for me.... why my love mostly, but not entirely rests with capturing the nuances of people...... observing them.. talking to them.. connecting the dots between daily lives....different realities... it makes one feel so supremely alive.... 

80 percent or more of my images i can remember the exact moment. i remember who i was talking to .. where i was.. not a fly by... it's like this grand family of mine in pictures.. because over the years you see the images.. current and past. and they become part of you...your history

"Photo - Nina Weinberg Doran. Her work has textures and contours that have a clear voice - a very human one. This photo really hit me - because of the many women that live in me - she is one of them.” Susanne Ramirez de Arellano”

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