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Christmas Eve Morning
I wake to the village roosters echoing their morning cry up and down the street. They never stop crowing, really. Or if they do, its for only an hour at 2am. But the cock-a-doodle-doos are more prolific in the wee hours of the morning. At 5am the streets are already populated. A boat chugs…
I love Camera-Phones
I was sitting at a coffee shop as I often do these days; the people-watching, coffee-drinking, no-house-work-doing environment helps me stay focused. The sixty-some-year-old couple was sitting at a table opposite mine, just barely in earshot and directly in my line of sight. He held up his flip phone and pointed it across the…
How to Fake a Sunset
Spoiler alert: this is a self portrait on a gloomy, gray day. Both sunset and raindrops are contrived. For the past several years, I have loved the challenge of creating unique and memorable photos for our annual Christmas card. It’s always easiest to hire a photographer (duuh!) but the creative exercise has become a highlight…
Reasons to go to Israel
Five reasons to go to Israel, as compiled at 39,000 feet above the ocean on an airplane somewhere between Tel Aviv and Toronto. I spent the past eleven days in Israel. Woah. Did I just say that? (And, the surreal moment continues when I say “that was after spending a weekend in Rome.”) It’s not…
Beauty in Rain: The Pop-Up Gallery
For the past two (ish) years, I have been grappling with my rainy-day frustrations by proving to myself (and others!) that there is Beauty in Rain. As a photographer, this has meant taking photos of the rain, in the rain, inspired by the rain. The Beauty in Rain online portfolio is a taste of my…
Mayor’s Mansion Inn Bridal Shower
My kitchen plumbing died tonight. Hyperbolic, maybe. Traumatic, definitely. Instead of triumphantly washing those pots (you know the ones — the ones that “just need to soak a bit” . . . . and have been “just soaking a bit” for a month of Sundays) before collapsing in a heap of Mondaynightness, I ended up on…