Traveling the world with my son: seeing the struggle, resilience and endurance of people As a girl who grew up in deep poverty in the South Bronx where crack was plentiful and milk was not, I learned a thing or two abut resilience and endurance along the way. […]
Abandoned Buildings Still Have Stories and Individuals Who Live in Them I remember when I first landing in Cuba, I started taking photographs immediately. I walked about the city in awe and wonderment. I was so busy snapping away that at some point I came to realize that […]
Autumn is almost here: The air may be turning crisp but my heart is warmed over In the wildly disturbingly awesome movie classic Apocalypse Now, there is the oft-repeated quote of “I love the smell of napalm in the morning.” It is a quote that shows how the […]
Colorful Contrasts on a Weekend Hike Right before we held his birthday party, we went on a weekend hike to expend some energy. If it were up to me I would go hiking every weekend. From a very early age, I have exposed my son to nature […]
Father and Son Dialogue: Hiking Through the Years I admit readily admit. I am a sucker for a father/son portrait. I love the seeing the interactions and the wisdom and life experiences being passed from one generation to the other. It is all one big life hike. […]
The look of love: You are my vintage bubbly champagne “When your world is full of strange arrangements And gravity won’t pull you through” I turn to the look of love in your eyes You ventured out with wide knowing eyes That sharply pierced through the veil […]
Metal mediating our interaction with the environment and world We are still deep in summertime mode. However, autumn is fast-approaching as the days go bu faster and faster each day. Here are some photo shots that remind me of a perpetual autumn season. Metal jutting out […]
18 days and then it is the perfect number The number 18 has a certain amount of significance in American culture. We turn 18. We become adults. We go to college and get credit cards in our names. We can go into the military and we can […]
Summertime Memories: The scent of a mother I’m listening to the song “the Funeral” and feel an overwhelming sense of déjà vu while sad, yet nondescript memories come flooding into my stream of consciousness. To the outside the dead leaves, they’re on the lawn Before they died, […]
My summertimes in childhood were actually not that memorable. We didn’t travel anywhere as we had no money. The summer streets of the South Bronx were sweltering hot and teeming with with an undercurrent of naughtiness. As I grew older in boarding school and college, summertime represented a […]
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