I’ve been photographing my roller derby league.
I began preparing to try out to play roller derby last summer, and started training officially in the fall. I was “teamed” this past spring and now skate for New Hampshire Roller Derby — one of the best and most exciting things to happen to me in a long time. Even though I typically document everything around me, I spent the majority of that time so focused on training, trying out, and “making it” (plus carrying around a gym bag full of skates, helmet and other protective gear — no safe place for a camera), that I didn’t take a single photo of derby until recently when I began covering the bouts for other teams in my league. I’m no sports photographer, so this was something really new to me — a very different way of shooting. But among the action and promo shots of athletic ability I’ve started to come across images that are turning into something else entirely — bodies in awkward positions on the track, my teammates with their children, facial expressions mid-fall, etc. When I first began training I had a hard time explaining to others what an intense and serious process it was to play this sport. Derby women are a dedicated, passionate, and possibly masochistic bunch. I’ve finally started being able to tell these stories through images. It’s just the beginning, but it makes me happy to realize it’s happening.
I like a slow start to any project. I like them to develop out of my passions, curiosities, experiences, interests… I’m not the kind of photographer who steps back very far to just observe. I tend to get involved, unapologetically. I like when a subject pops far enough info my life that I catch myself lingering longer on those particular photos, and start making more just to see what they do together. Unfortunately the necessities of making a living and paying bills work counter to this process. It seems like I’ve come to this a bit late, but for me, the sudden realization that I’ve found my new subject (which I’m already enmeshed in) seems completely fair. If I’d forced it before now, I probably wouldn’t have been telling the right story.






