Brooklyn Summer

this photo was taken in Brooklyn last summer

9/11 Memorial in NYC

The Tiles For America project was started in 2001 by a pottery artist as a memorial to 9/11.  Many people participated in the project by painting tiles to express healing messages.  One day in 2012, Peter and I found these beautiful tiles hung on a chain link fence at the corner of 7th Ave & 11th St - by chance - while walking from the West Village to lower Manhattan.  We were very lucky to discover this wonderful installation in its original location before it was dismantled.  

Today is the 13th anniversary of the 9/11 disaster and I thought about this lovely memorial.

Windy Day

I took this photo of Jennifer Aniston when she came to promote the film Life Of Crime during the Toronto International Film Festival last year.  It's one of my favourite film fest photos because her famously perfect hair is blowing everywhere and it feels so candid and natural even though there were wild fans and complete mayhem all around her.

TIFF And The City

Dakota Fanning in Atelier Versace at the premier of Night Moves, TIFF, Sept 8, 2013

Finally getting around to sharing photos from last year's festival though TIFF 2014 is in full swing now!

Cape Breton Photo Diary

Cape Breton welcomed us with rain - lots of it.  It was perfect, really.  The sky was grey and threatening when we reached the Ceilidh Trail.  It  was spitting rain when we got to Broad Cove, and by the time we hit Cheticamp, it was pouring down. The hills toward Cape Breton Highlands National Park rose from the mist like a great dark monster and we headed straight for them.  Normally, rain puts a damper on my travels but this time, it was beautiful and...right.  I couldn't have imagined a more moody, dramatic experience.  Finally, the rain stopped as we made our way to Pleasant Bay, but the mist hung about heavily as the landscape changed from verdant hills to coniferous forest (we saw a moose!).  By the time we reached Ingonish on the Atlantic side, the sun had come out and everything  turned bright and cheerful.  The road was quiet all the way from Ingonish to Indian Brook, except for a few cyclists and trucks, and the stillness, warmth, and clarity of summer light were both soothing and dazzling at the same time.