ny.10.#03 by Jennifer Sanchez

Good morning collectors! It's Sara with a new print from an old favorite. But before I get to that, I have a very important and exciting announcement for photographers: we've increased the 2010 Hey, Hot Shot! Grand Prize to $10,000 and extended the deadline for entries until next Tuesday, August 31st. Check out Youngna's post for all the details—then hop to it!

Back to the print that hovers above: Jen introduced the sister edition to ny.10.#03 from Jennifer Sanchez earlier this summer. Her work is well-loved among collectors so we've had more than a couple other opportunities to prattle about her prints—I'd encourage you to click through and do some background reading from editions past.

Like ny.10.#01, ny.10.#03 provides surplus evidence of Jennifer's infectious energy. But, in lieu of adding more words to a well-trod ground, I've picked out a poem to accompany ny.10.#03: At Least by Raymond Carver. Carver's envisioning of early morning hours seems right for the vibrant pinks of Jennifer's palette. Every sunrise brings the promise of what's to come and incites quietly exhilarating optimism for the low hum of all the goodness that surrounds us, whether or not we choose to splash some water in our faces and take notice. Take pause for these gorgeous swirls and stay tuned for work from a new-to-20x200 photographer tomorrow.

At Least

I want to get up early one more morning,
before sunrise. Before the birds, even.
I want to throw cold water on my face
and be at my work table
when the sky lightens and smoke
begins to rise from the chimneys
of the other houses.
I want to see the waves break
on this rocky beach, not just hear them
break as I did all night in my sleep.
I want to see again the ships
that pass through the Strait from every
seafaring country in the world—
old, dirty freighters just barely moving along,
and the swift new cargo vessels
painted every color under the sun
that cut the water as they pass.
I want to keep an eye out for them.
And for the little boat that plies
the water between the ships
and the pilot station near the lighthouse.
I want to see them take a man off the ship
and put another up on board.
I want to spend the day watching this happen
and reach my own conclusions.
I hate to seem greedy—I have so much
to be thankful for already.
But I want to get up early one more morning, at least.
And go to my place with some coffee and wait.
Just wait, to see what's going to happen.

– Raymond Carver