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 prefer to marvel over the bounty of a person’s garden than a person’s pocketbook. At the level which we are all one, where we tend to nature, from which we all came and raise bounty from mere seeds. We can all be equal when our fingernails and the cracks in our skin are soiled brown from sowing the same earth. I spent 10 years living in Palm Beach County, I’ll admit to times that I wanted it all: the lifestyle, the money and the beautiful, perfectly sculpted hedge wall.... Read The Rest →
I shot considerably less 35mm in India than I did 120mm. A roll of 35 could meander the streets with shots from a walk here or there and would often finish, forgetting where it started. When I’d finally sent it to be developed and it eventually made it’s way back to the USA, I’d often forgotten what was on it at all. Months later, small gifts would unravel in my inbox filled with frames of friendly faces and bright temple corners. Somehow in the chaos of our move back home... Read The Rest →
I speak best in photographs, it’s true, but in the last few years I’ve found I have more to say, more experiences to share and that the weight of my words carries moments in time and feelings that sometimes even my photographs can not. I read once that Annie Leibovitz said “If they could only convey smells, photographs would be perfect.” Above all I am a story-teller. If given every possible tool on Earth to communicate, none would accurately describe the heart of Chennai except for a visit ones self.... Read The Rest →
Wherever I go, I aim to maintain my personal style. I look at each of our travels as a fashion challenge, a way to stretch my wardrobe, create new outfits, but most importantly see, experience and photograph as much as I can, and as a photographer, that often means blending in as much as possible. It’s true I’ll never completely fit in in most places, but not standing out can work greatly in my favor. In fact, I never want to stand out when exploring, I don’t know if I ever really... Read The Rest →
In a city of over 9 million people, green-space is hard to find, make that city in India and green-space comes at even more of a premium. By now you know of my unbridled love for Chennai. Aside from it’s visual splendor that dazzled my camera each day of my two years there, living a life and raising a family in this city came with many more challenges. There are a few priorities on our to-do list when we move to a new place and one of them is seeking out green-space... Read The Rest →
During our move back home this November, we spent a month in South Florida. It is where Paul grew up and where we met when I’d moved across the country for a change of scenery in my early twenties (A foreshadowing of many changes of scenery and longings for exploration, I now see). We met working in a restaurant in Jupiter in my final year of design school. We married in a little chapel on Jupiter Island and left to see the world after I’d lived in Jupiter for about ten years and... Read The Rest →
These photographs are from a tea stall in one of my favorite neighborhoods of Chennai, George Town. This shop was just opening, milk was heating and shelves were lined with pastel pink and blue insulated pots. A color palette too good to be true- one I’d like to make live on- in my everyday even though I’m no longer in Chennai. As I sort through my thousands of photographs from India now that I’m home and simultaneously settle my family into our new home in Northern Virginia, I’ve been thinking... Read The Rest →
The holidays are over, but we all know that fruitcake lasts forever.