In 3 words I can sum up everything I know about life. It goes on.-Robert Frost
I can smell autumn in the breeze
Feeling contemplative on the day before the day of Atonement.
Grounds For Sculpture in Hamilton, NJ set the scene on a gorgeous trying-to-be-fall day.
I like to walk outside. Therefore, I rarely venture in to any indoor exhibit. This one looked like fun.
But then I went back outside.
This is a place a frequent often. It's ever changing with the seasons. I realized this day that whenever the next phase of my life begins, it must include my residing on a waterfront. I don't think that's too much to ask.
Always thrilled to find a new place to shoot. Found this one on Instagram. Seems like it would be a great place to have a "special occasion" photo shoot. Not really my thing, but it's probably gorgeous in full bloom.
I have never taken the train in to the city. Ever. Well, once. With my husband. But I have never done it alone.
Probably because I watch too many movies.
Recently I found myself having to go in to do a quick errand for my husband and at his suggestion of "just take the train in. It's so simple and easy. You'll be in and out." I decided to go for it.
I had to entertain myself some how.
Grounds For Sculpture in Hamilton, NJ is one of my favorite places to shoot. I love walking around, listening to the peacocks screech. I also think I just like being surrounded by art. It's calming.
And they have well placed benches ;)
Continuing with my Scenes From A Bench series. Enjoy!
What to do on a fabulous Fall Friday? Just breathe.
There is nothing like the gorgeous colors of Autumn, and they have finally arrived.
There is nothing like a pretty bloom to brighten up a dreary day. Bracing for Joaquin.
There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind
Time is like a river. You can not touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again.
Train your mind to see the good in everything
I hate getting pedicures. I guess I could say I am "typical" and have a thing about people touching my feet. But truthfully, I have to assume it is not someone's life-long passion to be a pedicurist, so as I am sitting there soaking my feet and thinking how completely over indulgent this is I also can't help but wonder what is going through the pedicurists mind. I'd be grossed out. I mean not by me. I groomed. I specifically shaved my legs for the occasion and I wore socks in my boots so my feet...wouldn't smell like feet. However, since it is my nieces upcoming Bat Mitzvah this weekend, and I am planning on wearing open-toed shoes I decided to put my skeevey-ness aside and get a pedi.
Truth-be-told, my 15 year old daughter had, what I am sure she will whole heartedly admit, a near-death anxiety attack over going to the dentist to have two minor cavities repaired, which would surely be resulting in an obnoxiously large novocain needle being stuck into her mouth. Assuming she would be completely traumatized for the balance of the day, my only way of convincing her to actually leave the house was to promise her we could go get mani-pedis if she survived.
So did I.
I recently got back from a trip to New Orleans. It was my first time there. It was an interesting place. Can't say I would ever go back. We stayed in a really cool converted mansion, the Melrose Mansion on Esplanade just at the boarder of the French Quarter.
Every morning at about 4 am I sat awake thinking about why the person in the room above us was up, walking around there room with high heels on and dropping things every few minutes. Then I realized, there weren't any rooms above us. I'm convinced the place was haunted.
There is nothing much to do in NOLA other than eat and walk around. That's fine by me. According to my fit bit, over the course of 3 full days I walked a total of 70,738 steps and clocked 28.27 miles! The galleries and boutiques up and down Royal or Magazine were very cool. It was fun to look at the impromptu art show on the side of a fence, listen to street performers and avoid the occasional drunkard walking up and down Bourbon.
Being a self-proclaimed foodie, I have to admit, the food was pretty good. Although I am not all about the creole thing, we did not have a bad meal. We ate at all the can't miss places, Arnaud's, Antoine's, Muriel's and brunch at Two Sisters (best brunch evaah!). We bought pralines at Aunt Sallie's and Leah's and had an obligatory beignet at Cafe du Monde. Which made us wonder, what is Cafe du Monde the only place in NOLA to buy a beignet? You would think the place would be crawling with them! Me of course, I prefer the off-the-beaten-path kind of place. We enjoyed some great breakfasts at Horn's, Cafe Rose Nicaud (if I ever go back I am def getting the banana, peanut butter & honey sandwich) and the Red Slipper, not to mention some great Mexican food at Arana, seafood at Superior Seafood & Oyster bar and couldn't pass up macaroons from Sucre, all in the Garden District!
The best for me though, was looking at all the cool architecture. So many neat elements everywhere you turn. I found myself walking around in circles. Each time you look, you see something new.