A few weeks ago, my best friend, Boo, told me that she was going to visit her parents in Geneva for a few weeks. Her mum, Tante Poule, very kindly offered to pay for me to go too, so how could I say no? Et alors, eight days later, off I flew to Geneva. Those [...]
Near where I live, there is a tree I drive by often and have become quite fond of. In the summer, it was shaped like a child’s drawing of a tree. With autumn’s sharp drop in temperature comes an explosion of leafy colour: one side of the tree is a fiery apple red; the [...]
Twenty years ago today, at the very moment this post was published, my great-grandmother, Violet, or “Nanny” as we all called her, died. I still think about her almost every day and can’t believe that, at this point, she has been gone for longer than I ever knew her. Today is one of those potentially [...]
It was a bright, autumnal afternoon, and Mr. Fizgig had a surprise up his sleeve: “Let’s go out”, he said. “And bring your camera…” he added, cryptically. Half an hour later, we arrived at Queen Califia’s Magical Circle, and I was spellbound! It was like Gaudí and Tim Burton decided to collaborate on a beautiful [...]
It was one of those moments when I joked to myself, Oh, GAWD, what’ve I done?! Standing over the printer watching my impending itinerary to Vermont appear with each tuv-tuv-tuv, I suddenly heard a loud and muffled WUMP! and all the lights were out. Actually, what I noticed was that the computer screen was dark. [...]
Almost 10 years ago, I worked at Thirteen/WNET, the PBS affiliate in New York City. One afternoon there was a small art fair – somehow, WNET had acquired a collection of amateur art and photographs and, presumably in preparation for the impending merger with WLIW (the Long Island affiliate), was trying to get rid of [...]
An off-leash walk in Prospect Park on a beautiful winter morning.
I love how this photo captures the creeping twilight border over Western Europe and Northern Africa. It makes me think of my family in Europe. My dad in Bulgaria, enjoying the first glass of the evening… …my mum and teenage sister in Spain: the former emerging from a comatose siesta and preparing to make dinner; [...]
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