Americans as well as Canadians have been referred to as "gringos" in Mexico for a couple of centuries. It's not necessarily derogatory. Or perhaps we've just embraced the term, like the "chilangos" have from Mexico City which I will write about more below.
These recent photographs of Patzcuaro in the state of Michoacan, Mexico, focus on two themes. The first is of a particular street I fell in love with while exploring the town in the early morning; the second, a few black and white portraits.
On so many levels, Bhutan or, Druk Yul, Land of the Thunder Dragon, is a mysterious, intriguing and visually rich, country. Set high in the Himalayas, this last Buddhist kingdom has managed, against many odds, to preserve its cultural and environmental heritage. Central to its heritage are its people. As my previous two pieces hopefully indicated, what is still referred to as a Shangri-La, provides much to contemplate.
To Read More: The People of Bhutan
Whether you are crossing the tarmac at Paro's airport while squinting through a brilliant blue sky towards Bhutan's mountains surrounding the landing strip — quite a challenge for planes; trekking on a steep path to a remote Buddhist monastery; or simply strolling along a village road, prayer flags will invariably greet you. Almost rarely out of sight, they form part of Bhutan's unique landscape and cultural identity.
To Read More: Bhutan: The Wild, The Cultivated and the Sacred
Marijuana growing wild along the roads, red peppers drying on metal roofs, monks in crimson and burgundy robes checking their cellphones, plump cows ambling undisturbed on roads, exquisite handmade textiles — these are but a few of the images that come to mind when I think back on Bhutan.
Like many, I'm drawn to photographing doors, gates, and windows. Not only do such framed spaces invite – and, of course, exclude, they invariably beckon. What's on the other side? For example, in Mexico, I often hear people declare after knocking on a person's rather unassuming door: "I had no idea what was behind that door."
This series of photographs was created in 2017 for an exhibition in the Berkshires, Massachusetts called "A Child's World". It was a perfect venue for me to discover how I've been drawn to photographing children, not only in my own family but in my travels.
While we often associate "living walls" with flora they can also be alive with visual art. Ever since landscape designers and plant enthusiasts such as Patrick Blanc, launched this vertical gardens "movement" throughout Europe a few decades ago, we've been offered surfaces teeming with sedums, ferns, moss and so much more.
Concurrently, street art, also known as graffiti art, has also been flourishing in towns and particularly, cities throughout the world. As no surprise, Mexico, famous for its murals back in Diego Rivera's day, is also awash with creative and fanciful outdoor murals. Many have a social justice message too.
We all need humor in our lives, especially today. This little visual offering is about not taking things too seriously. It brings to mind Milan Kundera's title to his book: "The Unbearable Lightness of Being".
These rather simple photographs — more like snapshots from my iPhone 6, were taken in Italy, Mexico, and the Berkshires. They share a common theme: people or things that may also bring a smile to your face. Not particularly artistic, they simply hold a quirky flare.
From the sea to a river, a lagoon or simply a bubbling fountain, water captivates the full spectrum of our senses. The sound of pounding waves or a trickling stream, the inebriating scent of ocean water, the refreshing spray from a sprinkler on a hot summer day and, of course, its ephemeral beauty will always allure. Be it in flux or tranquil and reflective, it never ...
Cacti and agaves, both succulents but of very different plant families, continue to be a source of fascination. Be they round, tubular, columnar, or sinewy, their majestic forms intrigue and inspire. With their quasi-indomitable nature that can withstand scalding sun, drought and the harsh conditions of desert environments, they beg for ...
Last spring, my husband, David and I decided we'd try something new: Thanksgiving in Hawaii with our three now grown kids. Years ago, when they were very young, we enjoyed an exotic Thanksgiving in Luxor, Egypt where the waiters wore fancy white turbans and the cranberry sauce was made with unknown ingredients. This time it would be mango, red pepper, ginger, curry and many more ingredients. READ MORE
Today, on November 2nd, as I opened Google I was greeted by a purple "papel picado" or Mexican lacey paper flag. In San Miguel de Allende, Halloween or el Dia de los Muertos has become a big deal. Here, the ex-pat community has contributed alot of imagination and creativity into what has been an ancient tradition stemming from a blend of Christianity and paganism.
This theme of trains and train tracks emerged while traveling in southern Italy. As it turns out, I had embarked on"trainscapes" at various times such as my usual Metro North trip between Wassaic, NY and Grand Central Station. In the Berkshires, Massachusetts, with barely a functioning train, I've simply shot old rusty train tracks with their wooden cross ties stained by tar that still smells.
For years when I'd hear the words, "Dog Days of Summer" a nostalgic image would come to mind: my old Golden retriever, Sandy, taking a nap on a sultry day under our umbrella of a white pine tree. As I recently learned though, "Dog Days of Summer" goes back to the Greeks' Orion the Hunter's dog star, Sirius ...
There is something beautiful, noble and, at times, deeply poignant about many of the older women I have encountered here in Mexico over the past few years. I have felt privileged to photograph the señoras you will see here in various contexts, places and times of the year. Be it in Oaxaca to the south, Veracruz to the east or San Miguel de Allende in the heart of the country where I spend six months of the years, they have a way of drawing me in. Some I have come to know well; others have been chance encounters including surreptitious photo moments. Call them "opportunities"...
This past winter while inching my way along dirt paths in Oaxaca, my eyes were often glued to the sky. They could also suddenly shift to surrounding brush and trees. Not alone, I had joined a group of birdwatchers — serious birdwatchers. Tagging along with them on this ten day trip, I was reminded daily of being an enthusiastic novice. However, I'm also a “card carrying” member of the almost 50 year old Sociedad Audubon de Mexico, giving me a certain credibility ... Read More