If I Should Live To Be An Old Lady...

if i should live to be an old lady… i will be the one looking out the window… sitting on the stoop… engaging people… watching the world go by… picking up the energy swirling around me… always have been drawn especially to the elderly with my photography… that person on the corner.. … this lady felt so unnoticed in her anonymity until we shared glances.. and we smiled at each other.. as i continued on my way

Silence No More

A very emotional and powerful day in Washington Square Park today......Millions March... the power and determination to speak up against injustice......it is the good in humanity coming together .. and they did it in force and numbers.....i could feel the synergy right through me.. .. was tremendous....

I’m really fascinated by signage.....and how words soon become slogans.. familiar to time and place...... I’m glad to have gone out again... too often there is momentum and it dies down.. if we want changes.. if we want a society in which there is no shame.....disgrace.....violation of civil and human rights... then we have to have the courage to stand up and speak up..  “white silence = white consent”..........the birds were flying back and forth over the crowd in big formations....... i felt as if they were with us

hidden amonst the trees

hidden amongst trees and shrubs i find a special setting... just enough light to shine in a distilled peaceful way… like coming upon a surprise encounter…. love when this happens.. usually when i take the stime to be serendipitous and get lost meandering.. it feels magical.. i can feel my heart beat

First Exhibited Image

2006, First photo i ever exhibited.... in California at The Center for Photographic Art in Carmel.......

I remember the angst about accepting, because i was new to photography and was pushed by a fellow photographer into submitting images as a good exercise.. but not yet identifying myself as a true photographer... i was bashful (yes me) about it

little did i know when they accepted , they asked me to size my images at a certain DPI and i freaked out , and told friends no can do.. i don't even know what that is.. I'm a fake!!!

Later on in an interview in a publication while i was still rather new, i titled it in big bold letters.....WHAT IS AN F STOP? i figured I'd out myself first

but everyone supported and pushed me .. i learned fast....even F stop and Shutter Speed and the rest is history.....

when i first fell in love.......................with photography

when i first fell in love with photography it was based on one healing mission to jamaica .. i found myself popping in and out of cars, with my point and shoot camera....mind you i had no idea what was an F-stop or shutter speed , and frankly i didn't care..

i was completely taken over by a racing heartbeat , a connection to community and talking to people ........ finding myself lost and in every different scenario, and never feeling happier in my life...i was elated. ....flying high on this new love.

fast forward to when i realized i didn't have to keep flying back and forth to jamaica (which i did) to find my passion , but that a grande palette was at my backdoor ,and so I then turned my eye to running in and out of New York City many days a week . i was completely overcome by the realization that there was a never ending canvas to work from

I've been going through a lot of old work and recalling the beginning and my evolution to where i am today.....same passion. ...similar eye, but hopefully a bit stronger of an eye and more multifaceted in how i see .....

i remain in love with the camera.. with walking the streets, getting lost.. being on a road trip and going by my antennae.... looking forward to what is ahead...... it's what gets my heart beating , my blood boiling and me singing at the top of my lungs..

there is a poetry to image making...... a dance.. a choreography if you will...... and i continue to look forward to this orchestration of image making..until the last dance