Howdy, blog friends! How has your week been?
Mine was chock full of excitement, starting with the wedding of my dear friends Tony and Andrea in Pittsburgh over the weekend, followed by me relocating to the countryside for part of the summer. The weather has been glorious in Pennsylvania and Ohio, so it was definitely a photo-worthy week.
One of the best things about moving back to Cleveland from NYC is the ease with which I can connect with nature, and with nearby farms. I love the direct contact with the source of the food that sustains my body. As much as I love cities, the cycles of life, the ebbs and flows apparent in nature, are grounding to me.
When I was in New York this past fall, I paid a visit to the Lomography store in the Village, and decided to reincorporate an oldie but goodie into my repertoire. Remember 110 film from the ’80s? The first camera I ever used as a child was a plastic point-and-shoot 110 camera, and my parents would take the film cartridge to the now defunct Revco Pharmacy for developing.
I got a call with only a few days’ notice about a potential newborn shoot on Long Island, New York. As it turned out, I wasn’t booked in Cleveland that weekend, and was able to arrange an impromptu trip.
You’ve probably noticed that lately my blog has mixed photos shot for clients with photos taken throughout my day-to-day traveling and what-not. I’ve tried keeping the two separate for awhile, but in truth, each informs the other. To just include one is always only telling half the story. What in the world is my story, anyway?
A friend of mine once said, “You know you’ve made it when you start using the word ‘winter,’ as a verb.” I found this pretty amusing since my parents started wintering in San Diego a few years ago. My parents have modest means. So, how are they doing this?
I get lost in my mind sometimes. I don’t mean I get confused. I mean, I get lost in it — as in, “She got lost in his eyes.” I have often said I can never get bored, because my own mind seems to be an endless source of amusement for me.
It’s winter here in Cleveland, and I am having the best time reliving my January journey down the coast of California through this blog. I mean, the California sunshine — it just won’t quit!
Los Angeles is a fascinating place. Everywhere you go, you feel the energy of show business. Even though movies themselves are now often shot elsewhere, the romance of the term “movie star,” still springs to mind in the hopes of sighting our favorite Hollywood celebrities.
The sun is out. I distinctly hear the singing of birds. Spring is beginning to drop hints, as the sun inches higher into the sky.
