Sometimes you catch them at that special moment when their minds are drifting and you just want to hold on to that image as long as you can.


The lost years…


I have not been posting for almost 2 years.  Leaving Brooklyn was hard for me. The usual crap that makes a family leave the city and head for greener pastures was all at play in our case, sub-par public schools, lack of parking, lack of an extra bedroom when that third child comes around and a bit too much asphalt.  A year into our new suburban life and I gotta say, I’m really liking it.  I’m still searching for that creative  energy that flowed so freely in the old neighborhood.  I think I’m finding it here…slowly, finally.

Today we were quite bored after school and made these crayons out of bits of old ones we had in a box that were too short and stubby to want to draw with anymore.  It was fun.  We melted the crayon bits in an old aluminum heart shaped mold.  Here’s the thing, each color has a different melting temperature probably based on the pigment to binder ratio.  (I should know this with my art conservation background, right?) So while some colors melted into a sublime paste of shiny color, others just separated into a milky wax substance with bits of crumbly pigment. It was a bit of cool science mixed in with art.  My favorite type of lesson for the kids.

Barn at Mearstead

I really love this barn and keep going back to photograph it.  I haven’t got the “shot” I’m looking for yet so I’ll keep trying.   Looking for things to photograph in winter is hard.  It’s cold, the kids wait in the car but get bored looking at snow and ask, “why are you taking a picture of a bunch of branches, mom?”  It’s a good question.and here’s another one…

…Taken on a cold winter’s day, it brought me full circle to this photo inside Cape Hatteras Lighthouse last August…

Winter gray

The first day of the new year is always a bit melancholy to me.  It’s a sign that the holidays have come to an end and a long stretch of winter lies ahead.

The air is mild today…it’s still and quiet.  The snow feels very temporary.  My daughter and I took a walk and I was reminded how even the gray, lifeless landscapes of winter hold subtle sign of beauty.

red berries

snow plant

November 4, 2008


Tree and Ladybug…


Another Cobble Hill Halloween came and went…A perfect Fall day for tricks and treats.


Billy goat…

We’ve been thinking about Halloween lately, which conjured up thoughts about past years’ costumes. Sebastien always decides what he wants to be and then I am left with the mind boggling task of figuring out how to bring his often strange ideas to life. A lamb, a billy goat, this year it’s going to be a tree…I rely on imagination and resourcefulness, a cheap sewing machine, glue gun and lots of felt. My mother gets credit for the awesome “kitty sweater”, knit by hand. Maybe next year the boys will just opt to go out as ghosts.


Kitty in a tree…