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Harvest Moon 2016

Posted on September 16, 2016

This year I made “Harvest” moon a family affair. For the past 2 years I’ve always been by myself because the boys were too little to wait around until the moon rose, but this year I made “Harvest” moon a family affair. We read the children’s book “Hello, Harvest Moon” by Ralph Fletcher (an excellent read and one of our favorites). We then made our way to our nearby shopping center, since that’s the best vantage point near us and set up the tri-pod and camera. We tracked the moon with the Skyview app. (My boys and I love this app) and just waited for the moon to rise. I think I got a few good shots considering I had to zoom in because…

Our Bird House

Posted on September 9, 2016

Over the summer Henry and Oliver helped me paint this birdhouse. I think they did a fine job.   We have it hanging from a tree outside our kitchen window.  I finally got around to setting up my camera on a tripod and ended up taking these photos.  According to our field guide I managed to get White-breasted Nuthatches, Titmouse, Chickadees, and Mourning Dove.  I’ve also had Blue Jays (they do like to make a big racket), American Goldfinches, Cardinals and a bonafide Hummingbird (I would love to get a picture of the Hummingbird). We’re starting to know their songs without looking out the window which I think is pretty cool and Oliver likes to imitate their song.  Happy September everyone and I dedicate…

Homemade library bags

Posted on July 6, 2016

For the longest time Henry and Oliver have been asking me to make them library bags.  We almost always end up asking for plastic bags at the front desk to take the books home in, but plastic bags can be uncomfortable for little hands, not to mention it’s not good for our planet so to kick off summer reading I surprised the boys by taking them to the fabric store. I had them pick out the fabrics for their bags and a few days later got to work sewing.  To say they were happy to see their bags is an understatement.  I knew they would be glad, but Henry especially was really touched I had sewed their bags from scratch.    The look on…

“How To Raise A Wild Child” book review

Posted on April 21, 2016

Growing up in NYC I didn’t have many opportunities to be out in nature except for going to the park nearby our home or visiting Central Park on a weekend, however ever since I could remember I have always felt drawn to nature. I still remember when the street I grew up in was all concrete and there wasn’t a tree in sight. As a young girl I didn’t know anything was missing, but then one day some people from an organization (perhaps a beautification organization) came and planted trees up and down my block. I was so excited because suddenly my block looked so pretty. That was over 25 years ago. Today those trees have grown big, strong and beautiful. Whenever I return…

Hold Still Sally Mann Book Review

Posted on December 18, 2015


If you are wondering what to get for the reader/photographer lover in your life for Christmas, birthday or just because, then look no further than Sally Mann’s epic memoir Hold Still.  It seems since the moment the book came out the reviews were off the charts.  Every review that I read praised Hold Still.  Can a memoir especially one that clocks in at almost 500 pages be this good?  Oh, yes it can.  Hold Still did not disappoint.  I do have to confess that Sally Mann is my favorite photographer of all time.  Yes, there are other photographers that I esteem just as highly as Mann, but if I had to say who influenced my style and sensibility it would definitely be Mann.  So with that information at hand you may think I am being biased when I say that Hold Still was an excellent read from start to finish.  The plethora of information that you acquire as you read along about  Sally Mann’s family just kept tumbling out.  Her family history is absolutely fascinating and just when I thought there couldn’t possibly be any more family secrets to top the last one lo and behold I would find myself swept away in an even more “did-this- really- happen- in-her-family?” anecdote.

Of course Mann also writes about the famous (nude) pictures she took of her children when they were young.  I have always loved these beautiful and intimate photos, and as a mother and photographer myself I have often wondered, given all the hoopla her photos gathered after showing them to the world would she do it again?  This particular chapter illuminates Mann’s thought process on what led her to photograph her children in this manner, and yes if she had to do it again she regrets nothing about these pictures.  Good for her.  Good for us.

I walked away from this book with a better sense of the woman behind the lens.  Resonating strongly throughout the book is Mann’s distinct voice.  Her soft southern accent, unique personality and wicked sense of humor is what makes you feel as if Sally Mann herself were sitting across from you and telling you her life story; and her life, career and family history has been an incredible one.  What I encountered in Hold Still Sally Mann is a woman who is brilliant, contemplative, connected, strong, extremely independent and a lover of life.  I’m so thankful that she decided to write this book and I think you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I did.

Foggy, rainy mornings are the best

Posted on October 29, 2015

I opened my front door this morning and to my delight I saw a thick fog blanketing the landscape (I love foggy, rainy landscapes. The colors just pop while the tone of a photograph retains that ethereal quality). I wanted so much to grab my camera, jump in the car and find the perfect scenery to photograph, but mommy duties were calling me so I spent the better part of the morning looking out the window witnessing the changing landscape. Finally, a while later I finally made it outside. It was pouring rain by then, but I headed to the park and managed to take a few shots. Thank goodness I got a chance to shoot. I couldn’t let this gorgeousness pass me by.