The Urbana Museum of Photography focuses in on analog experience

An interview with the humans behind Urbana Museum of Photography (UMoP) requires an in-person visit and face-to-face conversation. To Zoom, chat, or e-mail with those called to carry on the tradition of analog photography would miss the point entirely. So this week I made my way to UMoP to meet founder and owner Lyosha Svinarski, and curator Anna Longworth. Here's what happened.

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Lady Justice

This week a beloved feminist icon was “replaced” by someone the Gilead resistance would easily call a gender traitor. And while any candidate might have failed to live up to RBG’s legacy, Amy Coney Barrett’s confirmation feels like the ascendancy of the anti-Ruth. Womxn and members of the LGBTQIA+ community fear we are about to take a trip Back to the Future minus the happy Hollywood ending.

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October Surprise

I’ve come to believe that the circumstances of our birth create an imprint. For some it may be subtle or without long-lasting consequences. For me, not so much.

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Ghost Plants

The earth remembers. It holds the history of each planting and pruning. Each relocation and removal. Every heart given. Every love lost. Ghost plants walk between two worlds. They cross the veil between the past and the present. They can emerge yards away from where they once resided

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EARLY AUTUMNING

In more stable years, the frenzy of summer is followed by the gradual slowing down as trees and humans alike prepare for the bittersweet brilliance of autumn and the quiet darkness of winter. But when faced with extraordinary stressors, a tree can decide to “early autumn,” voluntarily hastening the inevitable shutting down in order to conserve what little energy remains.

This past week I discovered that several of my trees and bushes had chosen this path. And I can’t say that I blame them. As I take a hard look “within” I see evidence of my own “early autumning.”

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Dandelion Wishes

Learning that dandelions were “nothing more than weeds,” was the first in a series of childhood disappointments.. But like many “firsts,” it’s the one I can’t forget.

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Dispatches from isolation: May 8th

As Smile Politely’s arts editor, I was offered the opportunity to share a snapshot of my life during quarantine. It was a surprising experience. The photos of my cats, like the shots of recently stress-baked banana bread, were to be expected. But what was not, was the sadness. The grief. And a general unease with the outside world. As someone who reads and writes for a living you’d think I’d be more comfortable with my own thoughts. But though we may try to keep creating as if what’s going on “out there” has not changed. It is has. And whether we realize it or not. So have we. The physical disease is only one way that the pandemic infects us.

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