The Carousel

The carousel in the park is open and we finally had the chance to hop on it this weekend. Growing up I was obsessed with carousels. Well anything horses really. At the age of 5 when my parents took our family to Disney World all I wanted to do was ride the carousel over and over. I was secretly relieved when I was deemed to small to do on Space Mountain and Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride scared the crap out of me so much my father could barely keep me in the car, but the carousel was the best. I have a feeling we will be visiting this a lot this summer…for…ummmm the baby, right.

P.S. I of course raced for the zebra one. Got to get the prettiest horsy.

Shot with my iPhone

Boston Strong – Celeste-a-thon

Yesterday, my friend, client, and hair guru, Jeffrey Lyle participated in the Celeste-a-thon.  A fundraiser to benefit, Boston Marathon bombing victims and survivors Celeste Corcoran and her daughter Sydney.  (Celeste lost both of her legs from her knee down and Sydney suffered from shrapnel wounds and arterial damage in her legs.)  Celeste has been a stylist at EMERGE Spa & Salon on Newbury Street for 13 years and yesterday salons up and down the street participated in a day of cuts and blow-outs to help benefit and fund their recovery costs.  Jeffrey worked with Celeste for many years.  Great looking hair for a great cause…heck yeah!  It was a wonderful day.

Jeffrey and his pups, Rocco and Veronica.

The famous Nespresso maker at Jeffery’s Salon.  I love this thing.  The perfect cup every time.  I think I need one for my studio.

Rocco, ruling the salon for the day.

Playing Tourist

We played tourist in our own city this weekend.  We walked around Beacon Hill, we picnicked in the Commons, and we rode the famous Sawn Boats in the Boston Public Garden.  The whole city seemed alive and kickin.  It was the perfect warm Spring weekend.

If you visit Boston, I highly recommend taking a ride on the old Swan Boats.  The whole experience harkens back to an age when one would simple promenade around the garden and take a ride.  The worn wooden benches have layer upon layer of lacquer and the aged iron still gleams.  It is a little step back in time.  And the price isn’t outrageous.

  

   

The Bee’s Knees

The urban Fort Point neighborhood in which my studio is located just keeps getting cooler and cooler.  When I found studio space here a few years ago there was virtually nothing down here.  Just a bunch of old warehouse buildings.  Now we seem to be getting one hip restaurant after another.  When I popped into newest kid on the block Bee’s Knee’s Supply Company, I went into visual stimulation overload.  I love love love the chic rustic look.  I love all the products and fancy sandwiches.  While it is not your cheep neighborhood deli, it is a gourmet wonderland pulling from the foodie shops of Napa.  I couldn’t help but return with my camera.

 

Eek!  They even carry my friend’s wine!!!!

Constant Gardener

I could not have had a better image greet me this Sunday morning than a feature on a gorgeous Connecticut garden I photographed for the Boston Globe magazine!  Among the craziness of last week I somehow had forgotten it was going to print this weekend.  A four page spread of my photographs in the Globe Magazine!  Pinch me.

I photographed the gardens last June when they were in their full Spring/Summer glory.  To say they are magnificent is the understatement of the year.  The creeping honeysuckle, the climbing roses, this garden is truly a little slice of heaven tucked away in Pomfret, Connecticut.  The wife tends to the garden herself and the husband designed the home.  Dream team indeed.  And it is no wonder…they are the parents of my friend and blogger/designer extraordinaire Erin Gates.

Here are the photos the Globe selected and the full article here.

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 Here are some more from our shoot that day.  All I want to do is run around that grass barefoot.

Last but not least their metal chicken “Beyonce” overlooking the home.

Time to heal and laugh a little

I am still having a bit of a hard time diving back into my projects and work, but Elements of Style posted this this morning and it made me laugh.

 

Also, I saw this as I was walking to my car this morning…Even the NATIONAL GUARD isn’t safe from Boston Parking tickets.  Hahahah  Makes me feel a little better about my own parking ticket record.

Boston You’re My Home

I have lived in Boston almost 4 years now and jumped into my new home with all that I had.  I moved here to be with the love of my life and do all those things your do.  Get married, make new friends, start a family, and decided to start a business and new career.  It has been one of the best decisions of my life.  Living in Boston has been the best.  The character, the history, the people; all so rich and beautiful in a way truly unique to Boston and New England.  As the events of yesterday began to unfold I was tucked away in my Beacon Hill apartment.  My baby was quietly napping, our babysitter had the day off due to the Marathon and I was writing this blog post. about how important it is to to find the time to truly be present with your loved ones everyday.  I started hearing a ton of sirens and then got a text from my sister-in-law asking if I was okay, followed quickly by a text from my husband from and unknown number saying he was okay and where were we.  As information unfolded and I began to realize was was happening a 1/4 mile from my apartment I tried to keep my calm.  I knew my husband was at a work event right at the finish line, watching the marathon, but he had just texted me from a computer at a friends house near by.  I later learned he was in a restaurant 300 yards from the blasts.  He heard the blasts, confered with a friend, decided those were bomb blasts and quickly exited the emergency exit of the restaurant.  He literally ran to a friend’s house nearby as he was on the other side of the race from our home.  We were not able to have much contact as the cell lines were jammed, but we decided he should stay put for a bit while we figured out what was actually going on.  I hooked up our land line (finally), tried not to turn on the TV (my one year old doesn’t need to see her mom hysterical) and waited.  Steve finally made it home around 6pm and we all breathed a sigh of great relief.  What chaos.  What senselessness.  How silly my daily stresses seem.  I love Boston with all my heart and truly consider it home.  In my four short years here I have seen they are a tough, resilient people.  It is a city with such history.  A history which intimately includes the Boston Marathon.  My thoughts and prayers are with those who right now are in the hospital fighting for life and limb.  Boston is lucky enough to have some of the most talented doctors and medical professionals in the world.  My thoughts are with them and the city I love.  Boston.

Here are some photos from my Boston posts over the past 4 years.

      

All is quiet

After two days of snow, the storm gave way to a beautiful sunset.  Happy weekend.

Shot with my Mark II 5D with my 50mm lens, from my apartment

It just keeps coming and coming…

As I type we are getting pummeled with another snow storm.  It has been snowing non stop since 7 am yesterday morning and it is STILL COMING! So what is a girl to do?  Take a snow day and enjoy, I guess.  Hope you all have a wonderful weekend and I hope after this snow, spring decides to arrive.

 

 

Nature’s first green is gold

I always think of this poem this time of year.  It is so lovely and so true.  (Thank you high school English for instilling this poem in my brain.)

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

- Robert Frost

Boston Public Garden, March 2013