In early February, I took a late afternoon walk on the edge of the woods in Central New Jersey. In the midst of a hard winter, I was soothed by the light, geese, swing, car, bare branches reaching the moon. Everything I encountered was a poem.
Anna Bergman (she/her/hers) is a photographer, writer, and mostly-former performer. Born and raised in San Francisco, she spent many years in New York pursuing musical theater and growing up or sometimes sideways, bending toward the light. On a rooftop in Hell’s Kitchen, she found her way to photography.