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 […]
Letting my sister evolve while still picturing her as a munchkin As the older sister by nine years, I have seen my younger sibling transform from a munchkin to a full-fledged adult. That is, indeed a wild ride. I still think of my sister as the little […]
I dream of hearing my voice again on a Sunday Ah, Sundays! Crazy Sundays. Growing up, my mom would have me perform skits, dances, story-telling and musicals. She loved “crazy Sundays.” Having me perform brought her such joy. We would laugh for hours. It was where […]
I dont do leftovers</ Look inside a person's refrigerator and you will get a glimpse into their soul. Or at least their bad eating habits that they hide from everyone. When I was pregnant people who opened my refrigerator door were shocked to find no food therein. I […]
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