Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
This is Troy. Maybe I should say this is the back of Troy. Troy is adorable though you wouldn't know it from a lot of my images because Troy wouldn't turn around or look up. Troy who is almost three was very busy doing his own thing, which made for some very nice shots but obviously the mom wanted one of her son's face.
So I tried.
and I tried.
and I tried.
Then finally I got it! And I got some more! Not because I am such a wonderful photographer or because Troy liked adults calling his name and making silly faces but because a dog ran by.
So click, click, click and
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
I took this pic about a week ago and everyone who has seen it says something like, "what a moving photo" or "this is so sad". I guess it's because it's in black and white and possibly the emergency sign in the background. Maybe it's the sparkly shoes on the little girl who is laying in a stroller that she seems too big for. In reality the picture was taken on the Metro North train of a 4yr old girl from Fairfield, CT who dances at Alvin Ailey in NYC every Sunday. She seemed like a regular, happy kid, just a bit tired. Funny how pictures can be deceiving.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
This is John Hooper. He is my father in law and he is 90 years young. He came over for the Thanksgiving holiday to visit all the way from jolly ole England. He is my favorite person. There are too many reasons to list why on this little blog. Here is a short story about him instead.
Many moons ago when John Hooper was a young man he went out on a date with a young lass. At the end of the evening he walked her back to her front door and his date told him that he was a nice enough gentleman but there would be no second date. Instead of bursting into tears John noticed a photograph on a small table by the front door of a beautiful girl. John inquired about the young lady and was told it was his date's younger sister Marjorie who was in the hospital due to her Polio. John asked if he could visit Marjorie and was told "please do". The next day John showered and dressed and went to visit Marjorie. They chatted for hours. He made her laugh which made him smile. John was eventually told to leave when visiting hours ended. John asked if he could see Marjorie again soon. Marjorie replied that it wouldn't be necessary because she would be getting out of the hospital in the morning but thank you for the visit. John arrived back at the hospital the next morning on his motorbike with a side car attached and in it was a blanket to keep Marjorie warm.
They were married for 60 years.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
I walked on the High Line today with my mom. If you don't know it, it was an elevated railway on the west side of Manhattan that has been turned into public park space. If you haven't been, GO! It's a wonderful tranquil spot with gardens at every step. People say it makes you forget you are in the city. I think it makes you appreciate the city all the more.
The best time of year is probably late summer when the wild flowers are in bloom and the weather is still warm. Of course I wound up going in mid November when the sun sets early and the gardens have all but faded, but like the city itself there is still charm at every turn.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
When we first moved to Westport, CT one of the big aesthetic differences that struck me was the abundance of stone walls. They are at every turn and for some reason strike me as very New England. Stone walls outline many of the properties here in Westport with a natural beauty that I hope doesn't get overlooked by the locals. Here is a sample of that beauty.