To be faced with your own incredible smallness in a time in the world when all the likes and loves and the ability to swipe from country to country – has us feeling larger than life – is a gift I wish I could give to everyone. Alas, I can only give it to a few. My few. Wadi Rum was, without a doubt, the thing we were most excited about when we learned we were coming to Jordan. With all the Star Wars and Sci-Fi fans in my life,... Read The Rest →
I have an affinity for free spaces, places where for creatives can come together at this particular time in the world. A thing I like to explore around the world as we go. A place that isn’t bound by religion, politics or consumerism. A place, preferably with some reminders of the countries past, where people can collaborate, create goodness and release it back into the world. A place where we can discuss our differences and move forward in spite of them. For other Creative Community Spaces in this series, please... Read The Rest →
Paul and I went to Paris for the first time on our honeymoon 13 years ago. It was our first trip over the seas together and it planted something in both of us that has grown. You know how it’s grown, we have hardly been home since. We enjoy the feeling of being completely outside of our comfort zone. In fact, I think we’ve become more comfortable in our discomfort zone than in our comfort zone. We’ve fallen in love with the insulation travel provides our marriage and our precious family.... Read The Rest →
The ease of weekend travel from Amman is life giving. We can hop to any number of places on a long weekend or day trip to any of the sights within Jordan to hike or explore. Sometimes however, regardless of the ease of travel, we find ourselves having just wound down from school, life and work when the time comes to jump back on the airplane or into the car and head home. For my birthday and to celebrate the start of summer we headed to Cyprus. The flight was only... Read The Rest →
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Earlier this year, Paul and I slipped away from the kids to spend the weekend exploring Beirut. We had always wanted to visit together, but when we watched Anthony Bourdain become trapped in his hotel as the war began in 2006, we were left with great sadness. We had just gotten married and I’d just graduated from design school and landed my first job at an architecture firm. Paul was developing and selling commercial real estate. Our lives together had just begun and although we didn’t know exactly where we were headed now... Read The Rest →
Like a chalk line, snapped hard, but not at all precisely, between the parched hills of Jordan and the almost suffocating quiet shores of the Dead sea lies a ribbon of dusty road that leads to the Lowest Point on Earth. The road is quiet and desolate in most spaces, but sprinkled haphazardly with small picnics, pre wadi hike meets and greets, umbrella’d plastic tables, rental sheesha pipes, cold sodas in old reach-in coolers that are plugged into seemingly endless extension cords that draw their electricity from God only knows where.... Read The Rest →
In January I returned to Chennai. For those of you who have been following along for a while, we lived there from 2013-2015 and it became, amidst the ins and outs and ups and downs of living life in India, unequivocally our home. My children attended school there and my husband worked. I spent days, nights and weekends, photographing the city. We lived, really lived, all the good and the bad parts, two precious years of our lives in that city. I created a collection of photographs that I continue to sort through... Read The Rest →
Amman is a large and sprawling city of about 4 million, that doesn’t include the great number of guests, which include so many of the region’s refugees. Amman is largely monochromatic, its architecturally similar building style (an ordinance, I am told, put in place by the King) spreads out over the bumps of the city like a quilt over a resting body. There are few parks in Amman to which people flock on the weekends for picnics and any highway roadside in Jordan, with a bit of shade, is coveted picnic... Read The Rest →
A favorite photograph of mine from Unawatuna beach in Sri Lanka is the feature for a lovely travel piece in the Spring 2018 Issue of Town and Country, UK. Pick up the issue to be swept away to one of my favorite places on earth.
Petra is just a short, three hour drive, from our home base in Amman. One beautiful, fall Friday we load up and cruise out of town, music on, coffee in hand, while the kids spot dust devils spawning along the horizon from the back seat and the way back seat. Amman is built atop a series of hills and sends you down a luge of sorts each time you head out of town in any direction. You seem to descend to each destination from the center of the city, as if by airplane.... Read The Rest →
My arrival checklist in a new country, includes cataloging, collecting and sampling all that there is to know about a place. To dig deeper, without being intrusive, to be patient and to know that I have two entire years, where many travelers have just a few days and to simultaneously realize that I only have two years when some people have a lifetime. And just like earning the trust of a child, the relationship of a long staying guest in a new country comes with a certain delicate dance, a shy smile, a kind gesture, a... Read The Rest →
I feel like I’m always in a hurry to finish things, but this project has no start and no finish. It began long before I even began my career in photography and will last, long after I am gone. I’ll never grow tired of, or feel rushed by this project, and in that is a great sense of love and of ease. I envision looking back at these photos ten and twenty and more years from now and finding things that look exactly the same, but also marveling at... Read The Rest →
I am proud to share that a photograph that I took of my brave friend Lauren Cooper of Aspen Street Cakes and her daughter Molly, will be published in the Pantsuit Nation Book, due on shelves this Friday, May 5th, 2017. My photo is nothing without Lauren’s story and her courage sharing it with Pantsuit Nation. In Lauren’s own words: This is my thirteen-year-old daughter, Molly. She has Rett syndrome, a neurological disorder that affects one in ten thousand girls and women worldwide. Molly cannot walk or talk and often has... Read The Rest →