Wednesday, March 1, 2017

make your own time

Monday, February 27, 2017

one of his favorite things...

truck spotting. he can hear them rumbling down the street. be it a garbage truck, utility vehicle and oh my goodness watch out if it's anything with a siren. he goes running for the windows and is so serious keeping a look out for them.

those feet though. they are the best, especially when he's on his tip-toes.

why do i photograph these things? because one day he won't run with excitement at the sound of a truck pulling down the street. the sound of a siren won't make him say to me in a super loud voice "oh my goodness, do you hear that mama?" he won't be still in his trance-like state eyeing one of his favorite things...trucks.

Sunday, February 26, 2017


Mesagne, Puglia

I love getting lost in my photos. Given the time, I could devote a lot of it through just sifting through old memories, souvenirs of trips gone by and reminiscing of past events. But some of my favorite photos are the thousands I have taken that I don't know the history, there is no background for me - it is just a picture and I get to be the author to its story.

The subject caught my eye perhaps because of the colors, the tiny details or particulars that stood out to me. I am drawn to weathered objects, antiques, things that are old and have substance. They must have a story and because I may not know it, it's become that more interesting for me to photograph. I may go on to find out more and educate myself or I may simply leave it as it's shot and respect its privacy.

The beauty in these photos for me is that I can almost picture what it was like freshly painted, unscathed, without any chips or dents. I can picture a lady tending to her windowsill herb garden, hanging her dishtowels to dry outside the kitchen window in her gorgeous apt in the old city of Mesagne. I can almost smell the sauce cooking, the children playing in the street below and maybe a radio on in the background. Shortly it will be lunchtime and soon thereafter the city will become mute, there will be few cars on the streets, shutters will close to the world outside and everyone will be resting for their afternoon siesta.

I don't have to only see the paint chipping on the window frame, the empty pots, the forgotten ball. The windows shut tight to keep the light out and the stone sill needing repair. I can see what once was and what still might be.

Monday, February 20, 2017

A dose of nature

The girls had a long weekend due to the holiday and I think it's safe to say we all made the most of it. Sometimes I enjoy a good weekend around the house not doing much of anything, which usually involves still doing housework, errands and of course, being a parent. But excess scheduling on the weekends usually means I'm going to start my week tired and not ready for the activities ahead. That was what this weekend sort of was for me, lots going on from start to finish.

Of course, starting the weekend off with Spring-like temperatures in mid-February didn't mean we were going to stay inside either! I took the kids for a morning at one of my favorite spots not too far from home. Some photography, yoga on the green and a nice walk followed by a surprise chocolate treat was a perfect way to begin our long weekend.

We had the place to ourselves which is always ideal for my little explorers and wanderers.

Got to hand it to this group, they love yoga and embrace it with their mama. I tell the girls about a new pose I'd like to work on and they are there asking question and attempting it right alongside me.

My little warriors.

Some poses on the beautiful stone benches.

A favorite photo moment for me is the shadow. I love finding a spot and telling everyone to freeze. Which usually means the girls freeze and my little man is still moving and grooving. Just how he rolls right now. We're working on his "freeze frame."

Most of the time all you need is some fresh air, a dose of nature and you're adventure-lovin sidekicks to remind you all is right in the world.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

no use crying over a broken mug

I loved that mug. My mom had given it to me years ago and I used it all the time for my morning cappuccino. The memories we've shared sipping away while enjoying a colorful breakfast, reading a book, or just carrying it around while I follow my toddler through the house. A perfect wrap-your-hand-around-it mug with a colorful picture of one of my favorite flowers, sunflowers, and the word 'Italy' italicized boldly along the side. 

The irony...I had been meaning to clean out the mug shelf for awhile. It's a shame that it had to be decided for me which had to go. 

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