“No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.” ~ Oscar Wilde
My black and white work is what fulfills me the most as an artist. I feel somewhat indifferent to how others view these photographs. Black and white energizes me … touches my soul. The same does not necessarily hold true of my color work. With color, I feel much more vulnerable and judged and the work feels a little more commercial and contrived. And, of course it would (and probably should), because I am commissioned for much of my colored work. Don’t get me wrong, commissions and publications are a VERY good thing. It’s just that I have recently been recognized for a few black and whites. I can’t explain the joy it brings because it is in black and white where I feel and find my truth.
“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.” ~ Pablo Picasso
I dreamed of one day going to Spain. I had the opportunity to join my best friend after graduating from high school. I opted to stay home with a newly scored boyfriend, while she and two other girls traipsed around Spain and Portugal with their backpacks. BIG MISTAKE! This is the time in your life for youth hostels, Eurail passes and free spirits NOT high school boyfriends and lousy summer jobs.
Lucky for me, opportunity knocked again last summer. “Where would you like to go to celebrate your half century on this planet?” Bryan asked. Without hesitation, “Spain”. So, almost 32 years to the day, we headed to Spain. No backpacks, no youth hostels (thank you Airbnb); however, I opted for the Eurail pass rather than a car or flight from Barcelona to Málaga.
The trip was remarkable. We were free spirits in Spain, me, Bryan and Ally, each of us having a dear friend by our side. It may have taken awhile to get here, but, it sure was worth the wait. I will have an apartment in Barcelona again, one day. I will travel back to Málaga and Marbella and sit with a sangria in hand, a flower in my hair and watch the sun set over the Mediterranean.
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“Do small things with great love.” ~ Soul Pancake
Recently, I had the privilege of spending a Saturday morning at the beach in Half Moon Bay with two beautiful, little girls. We were there to get some snaps for the annual Christmas card and updates for the parents and grandparents. The older daughter, serendipitously, is a member of the Class of 2020 =). It seems appropriate, in my efforts to stay true to my blog, that I share moments and thoughts from this particular photo shoot.
These captured moments lend to my goal to remain true as straight photographer (look it up) in a digital world. In my amateur days, I was once told by a professional that I must define myself in order to be a successful. You must promote yourself as garden photographer, an equestrian photographer or commercial photographer. Well, those who know me know why I will never compartmentalize myself or my photography.
The girls were a delight. Always wondering and worrying if I got the shot, I paced a bit and stumbled over some seaweed that, when hooked in my toe, began to form an arc. The girls looked at it, and, saw a heart. They finished creating the seaweed heart, and, then giddily went on to make their own in the sand. Two beautiful, loving sisters at the end of magical morning at the beach. The last shot of the day (the one above) is always my favorite.
Peace and ♥
“Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you’re in diapers, the next day you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house, like a lot of houses. A yard like a lot of other yards. On a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back…with wonder.” ~ the wonder years
When did this happen?!! Wasn’t it only yesterday I was on the beach in Half Moon Bay with the other play group moms (and, John) thinking I will not survive a toddler! Thank you, thank you, thank you, John, for chasing them, swimming with them, building castles in the sand and letting the ladies lie around sipping wine, catching our breath and discussing if we will make it until they start pre-school.
Today is a day full of new beginnings … middle school … a new school, new friends, new clothes (yes, no uniforms!), and, no mom and dad walking her to her classroom for the first day of school photo, hug and goodbye kiss. I will snap that shot from the front porch in a few hours, and, off she will go to meet up with her new classmates; now, officially referred to as the Class of 2020.
One day may you look back on this time with wonder. Godspeed, my little Bean! xoxo!!
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” ~ Seneca
The PBS journey (where Ally and her peers attended pre and elementary school) began in the Fall of 2005. She was 3 1/2 and couldn’t bear the thought of us leaving her for five minutes, much less the three, long hours in this child’s playground of toys, indoor tree houses, puppets and magical teachers. Some of the pre-schoolers would cry that first week when it was time to kiss mom or dad goodbye. They all slowly adjusted and the tears, as expected, faded.
Fast forward to the last day of 5th grade. Every teacher who spent time with Ally and her friends over these 8, wonderful years came to us, with tears in their eyes, to say goodbye. The celebrating continued that evening with a 5th grade graduation party that included swimming, volleyball, zip lines and those same magical teachers who would pull us all together for one final group hug. In the middle of this hug were the one time toddlers who grew together to find courage, kindness, community and a love of learning. Each and every one of them had tears in their eyes, as it was now time to say goodbye.
Wishing Ally and all her peers luck and love on their journey to 2020. May you all continue to find courage, kindness, community and a love of learning wherever this next chapter may take you. Godspeed.
“The teacher is the one who gets the most out of the lessons, and the true teacher is the learner.” ~ Elbert Hubbard
Lessons in riding, photography and life. The child had a wonderful experience during her three weeks in the desert. She did her job in moving the pony named Mickey along to his next adventure, she entered the jumper ring for the first time with great success on a horse named Heid-n-Seek; and, she got back together with her best friend, Charly, who, together went on to great things in the hunter ring. I am not sure what she would say was the highlight of her time in the desert. Possibly winning on Charly, maybe successfully completing her first jumper course, or, perhaps simply being in the same warm up ring with US Olympian, Rich Fellers and Flexible.
The photographer “borrowed” a lens for the second half of the adventure… borrowedlens.com is my new favorite hangout. I’m one of the lucky photographers that lives within 5 miles of this little golden nugget, allowing me on a moments notice to go in and grab whatever new and exciting piece of equipment I need or just want to have for a play date.
The shooting was phenomenal. The desert landscape was extraordinary with the first weekend blasting us with winter like conditions. This winter storm resulted in snowfall on the nearby San Jacinto Mountains which created breathtaking views from the jumper rings. Down jackets and snow gear were required. Two days later, the temps rose and out came the shorts and t-shirts. The shooting was more interesting during the cold snap, as the hot desert sun (after about 9:30 a.m.) makes for not-so-pretty pictures. Much of my success was either before 10:00 a.m. or as the sun was setting. Afternoon breaks allowed for being a spectator watching the elite line up of international riders who were flocking to Thermal for the AIG Thermal $1 Million Grand Prix. Another story for another day.
I share with you some of my favorite shots from this last adventure. The journey will take us in the coming months to elementary school graduation, a couple of garden shoots, a celebratory trip to Spain and horse shows around CA…all of this leading up to the child starting a new chapter as she enters middle school. Wish me luck, Charly (if have a child who is 10, you get it). ~ Peace! J>