Lisa Wiseman Photography

I have been searching for a long time for the right vintage typewriter… and I finally found it! This gorgeous Lettera 32 is 51 years old and in stunning original condition. I couldn’t be more stoked.

Typewriting for me is a form of meditative presence - not dissimilar to the patience and trust required for baking bread. I love the punctuated sounds, the intentionality, the room for errors, and the individuality of each machine. Writing longhand or on a typewriter both enable me to be much more in the moment. I see lots more poetry/photography pairings in my future.

Big thanks to Wessel at Working Typewriters in the Netherlands for finding and reviving such a beautiful machine for me.

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the light shifts
quietly
running down
the windowpanes
strewn with
dew,
rivulets of effort
from the day
weary of
waiting,
eager to wind
into a sweet
biting night.
I wonder
when
this love
will show her
self?
I hear
the whispering
waiting
to enter.
11/18/23

I typed this on my friend Christopher’s 1940s Royal Varsity (on luxurious which he, of course, has stacked right there) as a gift for him during a delightfully warm and sweet this weekend. So lucky for that evening. And now I think I need to get myself a …

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Did we get
so far
away?
We are
the breath
I take in
you breathe out.
The susurrus
of our hearts
quietly
calls us
together
breaching
the long
divide.
11/14/23

.
When was
the last time
you breathed?
Into the
furthest
tinest
heartiest
alveoli?
These lungs
only
the obvious parts
of us
that are air.
We are,
in body
embody
mostly empty
space.
Electrons,
orbits,
electricity
sparking between
our
various
vastness.
When was
the last time
you looked?
When was the last
seeing?
11/13/23

The quiet night
wraps
her velvety
wide arms around
my heart.
Whispers
shhhhh.
She sounds
like susurrus
and love.

Just like
pieces
of forgotten chrome
the light breaks…

It’s going to be an unseasonably hot last day of school and start to the summer vacation… I’m really looking forward to some rare warm balmy nights this weekend!

Transitions always get me. How has an entire school year gone by? How fast does time really go? How much more can I possibly love my daughter when I love her more every day? Rolling through all these feelings (and so many more) and just being present with them as they come.

This has been a whirlwind! So many people signed up for my 2022 portrait project. I snapped this quick BTS photo while setting up for my full shooting slate today.

Shooting the entire thing with my Leica Q2 📸 has been a true pleasure. It’s a throwback to what photography was for me when I started with a vintage Minolta decades ago… tactile, tangible, beautiful and intimately personal. This camera isn’t new to me, but every time I pick it up I revel in just how much I love it.

I’ll be wrapping this project up next week and I’m sending big thanks to everyone who’s participated so far. Before I close this post, I want to say one more time that I am saving the last few spots for underrepresented / BIPOC / trans / nonbinary / typically-excluded / LGBTQIA / marginalized folx. Know someone? Is that you? Sign the heck up! www.lisawiseman.com/2022 (link in bio👆🏽)

Things I’m grateful for, a daily practice.

Walking through the woods in the pouring rain at sunset. If you close your eyes, you can smell the wet redwoods and hear the muted resonant rainy quiet.

I’m also grateful for warm dry feet :)

Things I’m grateful for, a daily practice.

Today and every day I am exceptionally grateful to have enough to eat and clean water to drink.

Approximately 1 in 4 households in this prosperous country of ours experience food insecurity: a lack of consistent and/or reliable access to a sufficient quantity of affordable nutritious food. Minority households are disproportionately affected. Imagine 4 kids sitting together and one of them doesn’t know if they’ll get a next meal.

Last night I had the privilege of working at the headquarters (usually I’m at offsite pop-up locations or working with other hunger/poverty related organizations like SVDP and ) and their capabilities were an amazing sight to see. They distribute 80 million (!) pounds of food annually which is up from about 40 million pounds pre-Covid, and that is only in the Bay Area.

I strongly urge you to consider getting involved with your local food bank or hunger/poverty assistance organization. Make efforts in your own life to effect real change against systemic inequities. Contribute generous donations if you can. And if you’re lucky enough to not experience food insecurity, never ever ever taking for granted having enough to eat.

Fall in NYC.

Another throwback from my decade-plus collection of

Rain rain here to stay, please come again another day

Flooding in our downstairs is no fun but I’d take the 🌧 hassle every day to offset our epic drought even a tiny bit!

I spend my life searching for middle-of-the-night moments like this.

Always fun to see my work in print. Bonus when I get to shoot someone as lovely, kind and genuine as .milgrom. Thanks to and the for a fun assignment!

Precious earth.
Precious water.
Precious presence.