Halloween is upon us and with it the marching parade of small pumpkins, princesses, comic book heroes, and of course Darth Vader. There was a guest appearance from a few of the local storm troopers and lots of candy along the way. It was a lovely warm evening with youngsters romping around the park – flashes of glitter and color, smiles, and hands smeared with chocolate. A warm thank you to all the parents that gave me permission to share their wee ones with the world.
I can’t believe that I have been absent for so long on this blog. I would like to thank everyone that followed me for the last few years and kept checking to see if I had woken from my silence to publish a post. Please have a look at my new project:
It feels to me that life is a sequence of constant little movements, all strung together. Whether one is out photographing, playing Tennis, or siting through a business meeting, there are constant readjustments that occur. Being able to see, with an inner presence what is coming towards you. The act of waiting, of listening, of feeling the presence of creativity. Inspiration comes in with the breeze, and there are many days that feel airless and heavy with the weight of practicality and productivity.
But other days are blowing gales as I fight to hold onto my camera.
The sun lit up the most magnificent Red coat, as I sat drinking my afternoon tea. Like that of a thousand ruby gems all catching the glaring brilliance of sunlight. Saturated and Sated by the color I asked this beautiful woman for a photograph. Gayle was happy to share her fiery cloak-
The above photographs illustrates a woman who loves to dress beautifully, for the pleasure of it. To find out more about her click on her name below:
Serious decisions can be made while staying quite warm.
On a brisk day in the Gardens, this young gentleman was not about to catch a chill-While he sorted through the tea menu and decided on which tea biscuits looked most ravishing.
Lunch Break-I profess that I stole a moment from the plum ensconced gentleman. I loved his expression, and sense of purpose. Did I manage to catch that naked moment of surrender with my lens? Because I could feel it hover over us as I snapped away. Hoping to touch an instant, a tingle of it, as I sought out the features of his face-
I must confess my obsession with the Stache. The Moustache that is. If I were a man, I dare say I would have one. And I would try to cultivate it and maintain it in such a way that it would curl, loop, and do a little dance on command.
It would just happen to be my good fortune, but I have a friend with a curl-tastic Stache.
The Stache and I stopped in for a bit of play time at Funk and Flash. Youth and cutting edge beauty was positioned behind the counter. She helped us and played dress up with us for a bit. We partook in frisky, amusement filled clothing touching and hat trying time. I tried taking a few different kinds of photographs of her-She had more than one angle to be observed from.
I spent the weekend in Seattle visiting family and taking in the City. It was a blustery and cold weekend, but it was refreshing in a sense-And I had the chance to check out Chihuly’s Glass and Garden Instillation. While wondering about I took a few photographs. I have to admit that it was just one of those days-All of my shots were completely out of focus. But I played with them, attempting the “when life gives you lemons” story. It can be surprising what is possible when the edges of life and imagery blur. Accepting that every shot I take will not be perfect-That I will have to work with unexpected flaws, fills me with terror and delight.
In essence-This blog is dedicated to the joys of failing, and finding something else hidden within the absence of perfection.
I took part of an afternoon to have a stroll through the Emeryville shopping district. I was captivated first in conversation, and then behind the lens by a young woman working in one of the shops. She had a really lovely sense of herself, and her weight in the world. A beautiful smile and inquisitive eyes. On my way out I spotted a young woman, looking absolutely stunning, a ray of sunlight against a chilly afternoon. At the moment I find myself writing less and seeing more-My images replace that of voice, speaking of the travels and faces that most captivate and intrigue.