September Exhibition at Hang Gallery...

I am having a two person exhibition with a wonderful artist named Corbett Leith opening on September 5th  6-8PM...if you are in town, please swing by!!!!

A Bientot.

...which means "until soon" in French. It's much easier than saying goodbye which is not an option for me in this case. I will breathe in the memories of summer for many months to come.

Rock solid.

For the whole summer I lived a stone's throw (no pun intended) from the most beautiful beach on Sandy Neck bay on the Cape. Very rarely would I miss a sunrise and never a sunset. But sunrise was always my favorite as it's the quietest and you feel nature awake around you. There was this rock that would always greet me in the morning...it never moved much and truly had the most glamorous view. I loved the way the morning light would touch it and cast a golden glow.

Simply said by my 8 year old.

Doors of Stonington, CT.

I have a bit of a soft spot in my heart for Stonington, CT and every time I am traveling up I-95 and have at least an extra half hour, I swing into this charming little town on the water lined with the most beautiful little houses which you can't help but photograph. This time I was focused on the doors --each one unique and edible.

Ferry rope.

On the Orient Point ferry, there was this amazing rope which I couldn't peel my eyes off of...it was soft and so beautifully draped over the railing...

Loaves & Fishes

This place is an absolute gem in the Hamptons. It's sort of a "why pay less" kind of place, but every food product is so carefully selected and so beautifully displayed. Also Loaves & Fishes makes the best coconut lemon cake I have ever tasted.

Pike Farm, Long Island.

I have a very soft spot in my heart for farmstands...it is so hard driving by any of them without stopping. Just imagining all these beautiful shapes and colours, so freshly picked and needing to be on the table for friends and family to enjoy. Long Island is full of farmstands each one more beautiful than the next. This is my friend's favorite...Pike Farm...the nicest folks and most beautiful displays of fresh vegetables and fruit.

Love.

I love walking through cemeteries. 

I love seeing the dedications, the poems, the love that exists between people even after life ends. I love the silence, the peacefulness, and I enjoy taking the time to wipe off pine needles, moss, branches off stones to be able to see peoples words which nature has covered over time. 

I want people I don't even know - to feel visited. 

On this particular stone, there was a lot of dried moss caught in all the letters which made the gravestone very hard to read...I started pulling the moss off and came across these words which gave me pause.

"In Tenderness and Trust"

This for me truly sums up Love.

Garlic.

Waterfront.

I was sitting on a porch of this charming little boat club here in the Berkshires and turned to notice this life saver with bits of rust against a chipping painted barn door.  All the combined elements including the colours seemed perfect to me. I had to capture it.

Taft Farm.

I have a crush on this wonderful place called Taft Farm. I love walking into the doors of the place and seeing the fresh vegetables, baked goods and all their wonderful meals that they make in the fridges...gazpacho, chicken pot pies, eggplant parmesan...mmm. When I check out, instead of a plastic bag, I'm handed a cardboard box. It makes so much sense...everything packs nicely and wonderfully environmental and reusable. It just made me smile to look over in the passenger seat of my car and see the fresh tomatoes and basil that would be turned into a salad in a few short hours.

Edith Wharton's home...The Mount.

A truly magical home and property to walk through...just looking at Edith Wharton's writing desk and imagining her sitting there with her fountain pen and ink writing "The Age of Innocence"...

Hancock Shaker Village

In the Berkshires...this place was so unbelievably beautiful...the gardens, the old buildings with the wide plank floors and big fireplaces, the round barn, the colours of the buildings in the village...truly breathtaking. It also helped that there was this magical light throughout the place after a great East Coast thundershower.

Cheers.

In the little things...

 I have a ritual of bringing my children down to the beach every night around sunset. We always find great treasures, big and small and think about the stories behind them...a little crab shell or a feather left behind.

Before the children's heads rest on their pillows for sleep, their feet have been in the sand and they have witnessed a very profound part of the natural surrounding beauty we are so blessed to live in. Undoubtedly more sand gets in their beds, but it's so worth those summer memories.