In addition to having a fascination with lampposts (you can see some of my lamppost posts here and here!), I also love to photograph doorways and windows. This collection of photos was taken on my recent trip to New Orleans…and I find that each picture tells its own story.
I’m in Washington, D.C. on tour this week with the New York City Ballet at Kennedy Center. Although the weather was gorgeous the day we arrived, it’s turned cloudy and cold ever since…which is not so bad when you have to be indoors rehearsing, but puts a definite damper on sightseeing! After hibernating in the hotel room this morning, I finally got up the courage to pile on some layers and go for a brisk walk. And I was so glad I did. The grey skies were the perfect foil for the vibrant blossoms that are bursting forth on many of the trees.
There was a softness to the statues…
Historic hotels looked majestic…
And the crisp air was delicately perfumed.
Just a tad romantic? You bet!
I spent a lot of this winter feeling swamped – with work, that is – so on my recent trip to New Orleans, it was fitting that we took time out for a trip to the swamp!
Paddling in two person kayaks and canoes, we made our way through ever narrowing channels…
Beneath moss-laden trees…
Into the heart of the swamp. We were hoping to see alligators and didn’t have to wait long before we spotted our first one!
In fact, we came across at least five more throughout our journey!
(I think he was sorry I didn’t fall in…)
The activity wasn’t just in the water, though, but in the trees above us, too. During our lunch break, we had a perfect view of a nest of bald eagles!
And when we turned around for the paddle home, a Barred Owl gave us a good looking over.
Far from the noise and merry-making of Bourbon Street, our swamp trip was a reflective oasis in a fun-packed week.
I guess you could say that I have a fascination with light, lanterns and lampposts…and my recent week spent in New Orleans provided lots of photo ops to feed this obsession.
The lanterns cast shadows long…
And short, yet ever present.
This post is dedicated to the memory of my father.
After a particularly cold and snowy winter, the temperatures have turned a lot milder – even balmy – in the Big Apple. As I walked home through Central Park today, I snapped these pictures. As you can probably tell, I’m really eager for spring to arrive!
Red buds against a very blue sky.
Earthy reflections in ponds of melted snow.
And (hopefully) soon-to-be-budding trees reaching for the sky.
It’s been snowing all day in the city. My afternoon student cancelled and, miracle of miracles, I also had no scheduled rehearsals or shows today…or any other reason to leave the house except to enjoy the beauty of the white stuff.
Although most people stayed in, there were a few pedestrians…
As well as a handful of children sledding and frolicking in the park.
Meanwhile, large expanses of the snow remained pristine.
The apartment buildings along Central Park West looked alternatively ghostly….
Or like sugared confections.
While the lacy patterns of the snow-laden branches…
Were worth a second look.