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A Panamanian Mother



There seems no greater love than that of a mother’s for her child.

While in Panama City last April, sildenafil drugstore I sat across a special woman who epitomized that wonder.  It was clear to me what mattered to her most.  The little nuances from her every gesture proved the depth of her love in a role that was not negotiable, treat and mine was a beautiful opportunity to have watched her in her element.  Her son was well behaved–his choice, treatment a testament of trust and educated honing from his mother. And from our few exchanged glances, he exuded a confidence within, smiling easily as he said hello and then, goodnight, after we altogether watched the cultural show in a restaurant not far from our hotel.

Luckily for me, we got seated with the locals.  My Spanish must have been so good, the Panamanians placed us in the balcony, instead of the center floor reserved for tourists.  But truly, beyond nationality, I felt just like her.  In fact, she made me remember all the precious times I shared with the boys when they were as young as her son.  Suddenly that deep sense of connection, a commitment of self, released in the highest form of creation called “child”–touched me, as if what I was observing was me, all over again.

Herewith, to share that special moment that I was happy to have documented, I wish you a very happy Mother’s Day, if you are indeed one.  Brunch will be cherished today over at Amaya at The Grand Del Mar– a restaurant that my good friend Fei Celestine and I frequent.  In fact, Fei and her husband Pierre will be there as well, along with Elliott, my boys’ long time friend who is like a brother to them and a son to us.  Nate, (another family friend) who has lived with us for a few months now, I will miss; but that’s ok, for he has gone home to Santa Cruz to be with his mother.

Looking back, my Mother’s Day was often spent unusually at amusement parks.  Although I hardly participated in the wild rides of such adventuresome places like Magic Mountain, I cherished those days spent just watching my children enjoy themselves. Mother’s Day to me was “playtime” — a day to laugh with the kids and be filled with excitement, rather than a day to relax with breakfast in bed–although I’ve had a few of those as well.  Luckily for me, I’ve been blessed with several ways to have enjoyed the day.

This time, with some images collected from my recent trip to Panama City–

my head will certainly be in the clouds,


my body feeling buoyant, like from the pleasant view at The Flamenco Yacht Club


and my spirit  in colorful and graceful movement like the way their cultural dancers performed that night.


Add to it all, a similar drink I had filled with fruits in the bubbly like this Sangria, surrounded by love and joy in sons–Richard, Ryan and Ross, my Aunt Isabella Rose who is visiting with us for a month, my husband, Richard…and our friends.  Be rest assured, I will be with cheer on this special day, very happily being a mother.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

May you find the heart of golden treasures in those you love most.

A Panamanian Mother

There seems no greater love than that of a mother’s for her child.

While in Panama City last April, viagra usa unhealthy I sat across a special woman who epitomized that wonder.  It was clear to me what mattered to her most.  The little nuances from her every gesture proved the depth of her love in a role that was not negotiable, viagra canada cheap and mine was a beautiful opportunity to have watched her in her element.  Her son was well behaved–his choice, a testament of trust and educated honing from his mother. And from our few exchanged glances, he exuded a confidence within, smiling easily as he said hello and then, goodnight, after we altogether watched the cultural show in a restaurant not far from our hotel.

Luckily for me, we got seated with the locals.  My Spanish must have been so good, the Panamanians placed us in the balcony, instead of the center floor reserved for tourists.  But truly, beyond nationality, I felt just like her.  In fact, she made me remember all the precious times I shared with the boys when they were as young as her son.  Suddenly that deep sense of connection, a commitment of self, released in the highest form of creation called “child”–touched me, as if what I was observing was me, all over again.

Herewith, to share that special moment that I was happy to have documented, I wish you a very happy Mother’s Day, if you are indeed one.  Brunch will be cherished today over at Amaya at The Grand Del Mar– a restaurant that my good friend Fei Celestine and I frequent.  In fact, Fei and her husband Pierre will be there as well, along with Elliott, my boys’ long time friend who is like a brother to them and a son to us.  Nate, (another family friend) who has lived with us for a few months now, I will miss; but that’s ok, for he has gone home to Santa Cruz to be with his mother.

Looking back, my Mother’s Day was often spent unusually at amusement parks.  Although I hardly participated in the wild rides of such adventuresome places like Magic Mountain, I cherished those days spent just watching my children enjoy themselves. Mother’s Day to me was “playtime” — a day to laugh with the kids and be filled with excitement, rather than a day to relax with breakfast in bed–although I’ve had a few of those as well.  Luckily for me, I’ve been blessed with several ways to have enjoyed the day.

This time, with some images collected from my recent trip to Panama City–

my head will certainly be in the clouds,


my body feeling buoyant, like from the pleasant view at The Flamenco Yacht Club


and my spirit  in colorful and graceful movement like the way their cultural dancers performed that night.


Add to it all, a similar drink I had filled with fruits in the bubbly like this Sangria, surrounded by love and joy in sons–Richard, Ryan and Ross, my Aunt Isabella Rose who is visiting with us for a month, my husband, Richard…and our friends.  Be rest assured, I will be with cheer on this special day, very happily being a mother.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

May you find the heart of golden treasures in those you love most.

Thanks to Queen Victoria, discount viagra recipe we now have a hunger chasing remedy of delicate treats served with tea, recipe long after lunch is over and several hours before dinner. During her era, advice afternoon tea became as much appreciated for its social aspect as it was for its meal. Though truly, its purpose was to keep her from going on a rampage with a meal that was to be served much later. I don’t blame her! Today, the same custom can prevent us from making that quick dive into the bread and butter when it arrives. Even when done solo, there is something about afternoon tea that is very soothing and grounding, possibly from the fact that we feel nourished and pampered with so much attention to detail.

The prettiness of such delicate serves is also very entertaining. It’s enough to keep me smiling given a glass of champagne to have some kind of bubbly company. However, it does take service and some effort. Reflective of a high society ritual, the customary afternoon break usually boasts of beauty and elegance at its tables, including its attendees. While to most, it has relaxed to suit modern day living, I can still remember the authenticity of invitations from friends, during the years I lived in Hong Kong when it was a British colony.

Surrounded by so much culture, afternoon tea has long been a past time shared between me and friends, Chinese and Europeans alike. From the years I spent living right next to the Hong Kong Country Club, I often looked forward to it. It was a ritual amongst friends, held at each other’s homes, the famous Chinese tea houses that offered the most exotic teas served with dim sum, or at other hotels like The Repulse Bay and The Mandarin Oriental where the sandwiches were oh so terribly British. And by that, I just mean that the sandwiches were made of the usual tiny cucumbers lined with very thinly spread butter and foie gras on delicate white bread.

In contrast, tea times with my German friends would offer coffee alternatives served with thick German cakes and champagne cordials, served over amazing Meisen China, however still combined with the fanciest collection of Victorian and Georgian silver. Those were the days that were seriously lived in routine of style and cultural expectation with the friends I had. My best friend during those wonderful years was Ulrike von Bienenstamm who owned the best silver shop in town. We have since parted and moved away from Hong Kong. I miss her.

The Four Seasons Bangkok Lobby

Today, I still seek the places wherever proper tea is served. This has somehow become a part of my life, and if anything, to remind me of wonderful libation spent in politeness, grace, and with everything oh so lovely!  I will seek it today, even when traveling on my own.  The last time I was in Bangkok, in August of 2011, I sat at The Four Seasons Hotel in their newly redecorated lobby for a treat I heartily enjoyed.  The mood was plush brought by its contemporary and avant garde furniture with new rich fabrics of strong colors.  Combined with the unusually warm tones from Thai sculpture, artwork and paintings, it created quite an impact.  It was unmistakably a 20th century experience of being in the present times of modern Thailand where the service, one can assume, was as authentic as can be expected from a five star hotel.  Without the usual lace and chintz, the ritual wasn’t short of its olden days flair.  Orchids replaced Victorian florals, but Queen Victoria would have loved it just the same.  The fact that this was Thailand made it for even better care, because the culture knows nothing less than acknowledging the nobility in you, (and themselves in you) by Buddhist belief and practice.  Queen or not, you felt like one.  You’ll be in great hands for a luxurious tête-à-tête at this venue.

Although my favorite is Earl Grey with a dollop of Devonshire cream, I ordered lemongrass tea which came piping hot, as it always should. The setting offered a wet and fragrant hand towel, neatly rolled on a bamboo tray, to prepare my hands with pristine value of cleanliness. As pictured above, the menu included classic savories of the following:

Brie de Maux (cucumber sandwich)

Salmon brioche with yuzu cream and dill

King prawn, egg and poppy seed croissant

Peppered ham and tomato in grain bread canape

Frittata with figs and spicy chorizo and

Smoked chicken with mango salsa served in a milk bun

As for the Pastries:

Chestnut Profiterole with Chantilly

Strawberry Romanoff with cassis jelly

Mango tartlet with vanilla patissier and lavender truffle

Financier pastry with berry yolk and rose petal

Caramel Lingot- a praline sable

Madeleine with candied violet

Macaroon with raspberry and poppy seed

Plain and Raisin Scones with fresh cream and preserves.

Then in December just before Christmas, I treated the girls (who dated my sons) to a Teddy Bear Tea offered by The Westgate in downtown San Diego. While it offered a full afternoon of entertainment with Santa, Mrs. Clause, a juggler and a story teller, the tea itself was an opportunity to chat with each other and have some simple fun around little presents.

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The table and setting was soft and pretty with natural light peering through from behind us, by a large window. It was as sweet as I imagined it to be, but short of the harpist who usually plays during normal afternoon teas.

 

The event was designed to include activities for children whose parents brought them along for the Christmas holiday spirit. The kitchen was a bit frazzled, probably by the size of its turnout, with sandwiches getting dry before it reached its tables. But we had a fun time and since talked about doing it again. Only next time, at my home.

The girls were adorable and so of course were the teddy bears!

They joked that the highlight was storytelling, having lined themselves up with the other little children, after tea was served. No, they did not sit on Santa’s lap! Haha! We then hit the mall in Fashion Valley where we shopped for presents to give to our guys, and then had dinner afterwards. Below are the rest of the photos from that day.

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And onto other places for tea, I also recommend the Tower Suite Cafe at the Wynn Hotel in Las Vegas.

Here is what composed their trays in January of 2012:

Smoked salmon and chive cream cheese sandwich

Deviled egg salad served on Brioche

Cucumber and watercress spread

Chicken salad sandwich

Prosciutto, asparagus and cream cheese sandwich

Scones with Devonshire cream and homemade jams and lemon curd

…and other pastry delights like macaroons and chocolate ganache petite fours

 

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When the moon and earth confront each other to create a hallow’s eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, generic viagra medicine you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, cialis buy there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween.  My husband was away, and I wanted to join a workshop in New York, even as I had just returned from the East coast not too long ago.  I pounced on the chance and booked the workshop mentored by Manny Librodo, whose works gave him the following he deserved as an iconic photographer, specializing in the use of ambient light in photographic portraiture.  I also didn’t mind the excuse to spend time with good friends, both old and new in NYC.  It was going to be a week of absolute fun in the big apple!

Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning new styles in post processing and handling of photos.  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York–for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny Librodo.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was a lot of fun!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious purists either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera can give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to someone expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, and to me, you are indeed a true Pro!  you’ve gone beyond basic!

 

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

 

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired shots of petite Suzette, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

 

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!

 

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy all the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelli,  clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated pecorino and parmessan at The Plaza Hotel, followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

 

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more fun that we opted not to join the full on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected enough photos for down memory lane. Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious where we shared the same food interest: Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

 

I didn’t manage to call and be with my Uncle and cousins, but I’m sure to get back soon enough.

 

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar element that keeps it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and Paris!  And with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.

 

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles and you’re never gonna change because that’s what you know; but I still like you.
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Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning new styles in post processing and handling of photos.  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York–for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny Librodo.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was a lot of fun!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious purists either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera alone will give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to a person expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, then to me, you are indeed a Pro!  You’ve gone beyond basic!

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired how petite Suzette always managed to get in front of the models, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!  He makes a very fine mentor!

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy all the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelli,  clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated pecorino and parmessan at The Plaza Hotel.  All in a day’s worth, it was  followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was also Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more unusual, that we opted not to join the full-on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected our photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious! It’s great, when a friend shares your same food interest!  Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar elements that keep it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and even Paris with their owned products!  Luckily, with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.  There’s life and optimism in every corner.

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your absolute craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles, but that’s how you know it.   More often than not, I hope you always manage to maintain your freedom!  Your statue of Liberty is still being channeled
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Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning and being with the .  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York–for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny Librodo.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was worth it!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious purists either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera alone will give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to a person expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, then to me, you are indeed a Pro!  You’ve gone beyond basic!

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired how petite Suzette always managed to get in front of the models, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!  He makes a very fine mentor!

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy all the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelli,  clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated pecorino and parmessan at The Plaza Hotel.  All in a day’s worth, it was  followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was also Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more unusual, that we opted not to join the full-on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected our photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious! It’s great, when a friend shares your same food interest!  Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar elements that keep it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and even Paris with their owned products!  Luckily, with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.  There’s life and optimism in every corner.

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your absolute craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles, but that’s how you know it.   More often than not, I hope you always manage to maintain your freedom!  Your statue of Liberty is still being channeled by the man on the street.  And yes–even when Halloween is over!
When the moon and earth confront each other to create a hallow’s eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, buy cialis store you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, discount viagra there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween.  My husband was away, and I wanted to join a workshop in New York, even as I had just returned from the East coast not too long ago.  I pounced on the chance and booked the workshop mentored by Manny Librodo, whose works gave him the following he deserved as an iconic photographer, specializing in the use of ambient light in photographic portraiture.  I also didn’t mind the excuse to spend time with good friends, both old and new in NYC.  It was going to be a week of absolute fun in the big apple!

Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning new styles in post processing and handling of photos.  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York–for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny Librodo.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was a lot of fun!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious purists either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera alone will give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to a person expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, then to me, you are indeed a Pro!  You’ve gone beyond basic!

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired how petite Suzette always managed to get in front of the models, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!  He makes a very fine mentor!

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy all the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelli,  clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated pecorino and parmessan at The Plaza Hotel.  All in a day’s worth, it was  followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was also Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more unusual, that we opted not to join the full-on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected our photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious! It’s great, when a friend shares your same food interest!  Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar elements that keep it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and even Paris with their owned products!  Luckily, with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.  There’s life and optimism in every corner.

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your absolute craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles, but that’s how you know it.   More often than not, I hope you always manage to maintain your freedom!  Your statue of Liberty is still being channeled by the man on the street.  And yes–even when Halloween is over!
When the moon and earth confront each other to create a hallow’s eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, sildenafil discount you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, best cialis there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween.  My husband was away, and I wanted to join a workshop in New York, even as I had just returned from the East coast not too long ago.  I pounced on the chance and booked the workshop mentored by Manny Librodo, whose works gave him the following he deserved as an icon, specializing in the use of ambient light in photographic portraiture.  I also didn’t mind the excuse to spend time with good friends, both old and new in NYC.  It was going to be a week of absolute fun in the big apple!

Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning and being with Artists on a sincere mission.  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny Librodo.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was worth it!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious “purists” either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera alone will give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to a person expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, then to me, you are indeed a Pro!  You’ve gone beyond basic!

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired how petite Suzette always managed to get in front of the models, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!  He makes a very fine mentor!

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy all the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelli,  clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated pecorino and parmessan at The Plaza Hotel.  All in a day’s worth, it was  followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was also Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more unusual, that we opted not to join the full-on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected our photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious! It’s great, when a friend shares your same food interest!  Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar elements that keep it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and even Paris with their owned products!  Luckily, with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.  There’s life and optimism in every corner.

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your absolute craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles, but that’s how you know it.   More often than not, I hope you always manage to maintain your freedom!  Your statue of Liberty is still being channeled by the man on the street.  And yes–even when Halloween is over!
When the moon and earth confront each other to create a hallow’s eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, best cialis malady you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween.  My husband was away, and I wanted to join a workshop in New York, even as I had just returned from the East coast not too long ago.  I pounced on the chance and booked the workshop mentored by Manny Librodo, whose works gave him the following he deserved as an iconic photographer, specializing in the use of ambient light in photographic portraiture.  I also didn’t mind the excuse to spend time with good friends, both old and new in NYC.  It was going to be a week of absolute fun in the big apple!

Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning and being with Artists on a sincere mission.  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny Librodo.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was worth it!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious purists either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera alone will give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to a person expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, then to me, you are indeed a Pro!  You’ve gone beyond basic!

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired how petite Suzette always managed to get in front of the models, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!  He makes a very fine mentor!

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy all the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelli,  clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated pecorino and parmessan at The Plaza Hotel.  All in a day’s worth, it was  followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was also Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more unusual, that we opted not to join the full-on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected our photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious! It’s great, when a friend shares your same food interest!  Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar elements that keep it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and even Paris with their owned products!  Luckily, with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.  There’s life and optimism in every corner.

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your absolute craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles, but that’s how you know it.   More often than not, I hope you always manage to maintain your freedom!  Your statue of Liberty is still being channeled by the man on the street.  And yes–even when Halloween is over!
When the moon and earth confront each other to create a hallow’s eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, buy cialis sale you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, treat there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween.  My husband was away, pilule and I wanted to join a workshop in New York, even as I had just returned from the East coast not too long ago.  I pounced on the chance and booked the workshop mentored by Manny Librodo, whose works gave him the following he deserved as an iconic photographer, specializing in the use of ambient light in photographic portraiture.  I also didn’t mind the excuse to spend time with good friends, both old and new in NYC.  It was going to be a week of absolute fun in the big apple!

Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning and being with Artists on a sincere mission.  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny Librodo.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was worth it!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious “purists” either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera alone will give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to a person expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, then to me, you are indeed a Pro!  You’ve gone beyond basic!

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired how petite Suzette always managed to get in front of the models, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!  He makes a very fine mentor!

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy all the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelli,  clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated pecorino and parmessan at The Plaza Hotel.  All in a day’s worth, it was  followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was also Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more unusual, that we opted not to join the full-on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected our photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious! It’s great, when a friend shares your same food interest!  Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar elements that keep it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and even Paris with their owned products!  Luckily, with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.  There’s life and optimism in every corner.

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your absolute craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles, but that’s how you know it.   More often than not, I hope you always manage to maintain your freedom!  Your statue of Liberty is still being channeled by the man on the street.  And yes–even when Halloween is over!
When the moon and earth confront each other to create a hallow’s eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, cialis buy stuff you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, cialis sales viagra there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween.  My husband was away, order and I wanted to join a workshop in New York, even as I had just returned from the East coast not too long ago.  I pounced on the chance and booked the workshop mentored by Manny Librodo, whose works gave him the following he deserved as an iconic photographer, specializing in the use of ambient light in photographic portraiture.  I also didn’t mind the excuse to spend time with good friends, both old and new in NYC.  It was going to be a week of absolute fun in the big apple!

Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning and being with Artists on a sincere mission.  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny Librodo.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was worth it!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious “purists” either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera alone will give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to a person expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, then to me, you are indeed a Pro!  You’ve gone beyond basic!

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired how petite Suzette always managed to get in front of the models, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!  He makes a very fine mentor!

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy all the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelli,  clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated Pecorino Romano and Parmessan cheeses at The Plaza Hotel.  All in a day’s worth, it was  followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was also Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more unusual, that we opted not to join the full-on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected our photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious! It’s great, when a friend shares your same food interest!  Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar elements that keep it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and even Paris with their owned products!  Luckily, with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.  There’s life and optimism in every corner.

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your absolute craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles, but that’s how you know it.   More often than not, I hope you always manage to maintain your freedom!  Your statue of Liberty is still being channeled by the man on the street.  And yes–even when Halloween is over!
When the moon and earth confront each other to create a hallow’s eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, discount cialis look you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, cialis there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween.  My husband was away, salve and I wanted to join a workshop in New York, even as I had just returned from the East coast not too long ago.  I pounced on the chance and booked the workshop mentored by Manny Librodo, whose works gave him the following he deserved as an icon, specializing in the use of ambient light in photographic portraiture.  I also didn’t mind the excuse to spend time with good friends, both old and new in NYC.  It was going to be a week of absolute fun in the big apple!

Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning and being with Artists on a sincere mission.  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny Librodo.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was worth it!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious “purists” either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera alone will give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to a person expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, then to me, you are indeed a Pro!  You’ve gone beyond basic!

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired how petite Suzette always managed to get in front of the models, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!  He makes a very fine mentor!

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelle, clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated pecorino and parmessan at The Plaza Hotel.  All in a day’s worth, it was  followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was also Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more unusual, that we opted not to join the full-on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected our photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious! It’s great, when a friend shares your same food interest!  Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar elements that keep it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and even Paris with their owned products!  Luckily, with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.  There’s life and optimism in every corner.

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your absolute craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles, but that’s how you know it.   More often than not, I hope you always manage to maintain your freedom!  I still ache for the twin towers on September 11.  But I see, your statue of Liberty is still being channeled by the man on the street.  And yes–even when Halloween is over!
When the moon and earth confront each other to create a hallow’s eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, cialis generic illness you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, rx there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween.  My husband was away, shop and I wanted to join a workshop in New York, even as I had just returned from the East coast not too long ago.  I pounced on the chance and booked the workshop mentored by Manny Librodo, whose works gave him the following he deserved as an icon, specializing in the use of ambient light in photographic portraiture.  I also didn’t mind the excuse to spend time with good friends, both old and new in NYC.  It was going to be a week of absolute fun in the big apple!

Richard arrived from Asia just in time to take me to the airport!  He was extremely understanding and supportive.  Besides that, I was really sick and on antibiotics.  I arrived in Brooklyn on a Friday, where I slept the day away, this time nursing the cold that made me lose my voice just a few days prior.  I actually wondered if my life was all too exciting for my body to handle!  I seem to always be dealing with a physical hurdle, whenever I go on trips.  But it was going to be a weekend of progressively learning and being with Artists on a sincere mission.  I wasn’t about to miss out.  And what, to everyone’s surprise, the weather forecast was snow that weekend–in October!  Unheard of in the history of New York for centuries!

Saturday, October 29, 2011, marked the snowiest October on record being kept since 1869!   It rained and snowed all day while we worked around models, but the day held promise between all who shared the same interest, which included the afforded attention of an extremely talented man named Manny.  Like the mentor himself said on his Facebook wall, it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  But there was no stopping anyone!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!   But we lucked out enough, blessedly with a warm group that shared very openly.   It was worth it!

This special group, composed of extremely talented photographers, was anchored in the pursuit of one goal– to express their photography art at best.  I saw absolutely no signs of comparative and competitive work for the sake of show and tell.  Everyone was helpful and willing to impart bits of their knowledge without hesitance.  There was no second guessing, of whether it was the right thing to do or not.  I felt a natural flow of energy, from it’s mentor to it’s participants.  I was laughing through the entire weekend, speaking up through the second day’s session, usually chuckling at my own lack of Photoshop skills, groping through its navigation.  As a sensitive Artist, I know how awful it feels when some soul refuses to respond in the natural flow and exchange of words and events!  Have you ever known someone to just sit there making you do all the guesswork because they think it’s cool to be so removed?  Lol.  It’s painful!  I would think, more so for the withheld one.

Not not in this circle.  There were no pretentious “purists” either.  As professionals and avid enthusiasts, everyone involved have already shunned pretenses that a camera alone will give one all they want and need for a required end result.  For those out there who still think that way, I can only liken them to a person expecting another to fulfill ALL of their needs and dreams, while he or she takes credit for clever manipulation and handling of a human being who can only be so much.  Accept finally that the camera is only a tool, then to me, you are indeed a Pro!  You’ve gone beyond basic!

Truly, as this fact has already sunk in each participant’s understanding, no one ever needed to boast of straight out of the camera shots, as each was already capable of it and have gone BEYOND.  Truth was in everyone’s LCD screens.  Everything and everyone was as they were.  Everyone was GREAT!

I carpooled with the ever respectful Jof, admired how petite Suzette always managed to get in front of the models, exchanged hugs with sweet Belinda and shared breakfast with Susan, while Kevin was the ever impressive group organizer.  Yes, I noticed and appreciated everything, including the patience of Pads over my learning of Photoshop’s CS5, all the way to the willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots despite having already turned blue–twice!

Above all, Manny Librodo himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops,  staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through the changing of times.  Sincerity be ours!  He makes a very fine mentor!

Passion be also maintained, I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe as well as the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped” famous winning chef, Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro and at the French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelle, clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated Pecorino Romano and Parmesan cheeses at The Plaza Hotel.  All in a day’s worth, it was  followed by a nice walk around Central Park, while my friend Lesley and I reminisced the 30 years we’ve been friends.

Now onto acknowledging real city highlights…there was also Jenny!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos while the Empire State building was aglow in Orange for Halloween night.  She handed me my new fish lens which I had sent over to her office from NewYork’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night with each other was more unusual, that we opted not to join the full-on Village Halloween parade.  We got there, when we got there!  With half an hour’s worth of being paparazzis–me in my Chinadoll get up and Jenny in her lit up shirt, we quickly collected our photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious! It’s great, when a friend shares your same food interest!  Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night!

Lastly, I realized, though the city is more like a constant shot of adrenalin in the arm, it’s the familiar elements that keep it interesting.  Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of artistic nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and even Paris with their owned products!  Luckily, with the life the world has afforded me thus far, I’m happy to be able to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.   Bite me, if you care to see the world through my eyes, because there’s no ghost of a chance I’m bitter candy… Halloween or not.  There’s life and optimism in every corner.

Heading back to San Diego, as I write this blog,  I’m thinking, I <3 you too, NYC!  You gave me a great time, despite weather, bustle, and your absolute craziness!  You’re always sounding your emergency vehicles, but that’s how you know it.   More often than not, I hope you always manage to maintain your freedom!  I still ache for the twin towers on September 11.  But I see, your statue of Liberty is still being channeled by the man on the street.  And yes–even when Halloween is over!

Yours Truly as a Chinadoll at the NYC Village Halloween Parade

When the sun and moon combine to create a hallows’ eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, cialis buy pharmacy you’ll ‘wanna’ spread the news, viagra canada ailment especially if it happens in New York city.  Add to it another strange phenomenon, like snow in October, well, it’s about time I blogged about it!  So let’s see where I can begin again, having left this blog alone for three months.

Figuratively, there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween, 2011.  I booked a workshop headed by Manny Librodo, whose works gave him the following he deserved as an iconic photographer specializing in the use of ambient light in photographic portraiture. With that, I didn’t mind the excuse of also spending time with good friends–old and new, in NYC.  It promised to be a week of absolute fun in the big apple!  I looked forward to some real work and play!

I arrived in Brooklyn on Friday, the 28th, where I slept the entire day away.  That time, I was nursing a bad cold that made me lose my voice, just a few days before I managed the plane ride. The spirit was all too willing, but the body was weak.  It seemed to me, I was always dealing with a physical hurdle, each time I went on trips, but little did I know, I had a lung problem.  Unimportant to explain this for now, what was on the agenda then was all too valuable for me.  So I rested and stayed in.  It was going to be a weekend of progressively learning a new photographic style, and of how to post process accordingly.  Ideally, we all wished for an overcast day of natural light, but it was wet, cold and the snow kept coming down.  For October, it was unheard of in the history of New York.  It was also the snowiest October day since records kept from 1869.

Artist Photographer Manny Librodo

It was an exciting Saturday, nevertheless, and the day held promise between all the amateurs and professionals who shared in the same interest.  All the same for the mentor who is an extremely talented man, he himself said on his Facebook wall that it was the coldest day he had ever conducted a workshop under.  And there was no stopping!  Through constant sprints into Dunkin’ Doughnuts for heat, coffee and sugar, we did what we had to do!

Manny is a kind, helpful and wonderful person.  He is both a teacher and an Artist–a mentor who goes about his life, seeing the world mostly through his lens, creating and recreating.  In the span of two days, I gathered enough momentum, learning that life affords us the people we need to meet and know, in order that we may grow, learn and be blessed altogether with little details.  Yes, he was about the details.  His work usually projected life, but he also delved into the fantasies of possibilities–which I liked the most.  Possibilities excite me. Nothing bores me faster than anything shaped by a cookie-cutter or standard approach. I also happen to be a very detail oriented type of person.  Therefore, I knew, I was in the right place at the right time.  I felt blessed to have met him, and hope to cross paths with him again.

 

What a photographer must do to get a shot. That's me, third from left with a one handed shot using my heavy but cherished Nikon D700. Photography: Pads Padaca

Photography: Pads Padaca; Courtesy of Suzette Solinap Catong *Many thanks!

Luckily, I didn’t have to drive around Brooklyn, or take cabs for that matter.  I was able to carpool with one of the participants–the ever respectful Jof Panlaqui.  Through it all, the workshop was a comforting place with exuberant spirits of common ground.  Most of us were Filipinos, if not all.  It was fun looking over and comparing photos with petite Suzette Solinap Catong.  I got to know and became friends with MUHA (make-up-hair Artist) Belinda Watts who flew in all the way from Pakistan, and I had breakfast and a wonderful chat with Sandy Alonzo at a nearby deli.  Kevin Alano remained the impressive group organizer who brought in pizza for what we now all call…”the pizza session,” regardless of how glued to the screen we seem to be in this photo.  I also got to learn that some people just prefer black and white photography.  Elmer Quianio won’t have it almost any other way!

 

The models were very cooperative, patient and obliging.  And yes, I noticed everything, all the way to the absolute willingness of a male model to brave the cold in the snow without his shirt, and then be commissioned for after shots (again) despite the feat of ice landing on his eyes, hair and just about all over, without taking a break.

Clearly, ideas unfold, come rain or shine, hail, sleet or snow.  On revelations, Manny himself admitted to constantly having attended workshops, staying open to knowledge, even as a teacher.  I concur, as we have to move through changing of times and technology.  Also, we never know by what path inspiration will awake us to or arm us with a whole new way of looking at the world before us.  Above all, there is no replacing hands on experience and constant practice of our craft.  Even doctors have to constantly practice medicine.

But passion must go beyond our craft, for relationships make for the essence of life, despite what we do.  So I went on to spend quality time with a couple of friends.  From Sunday night, I proceeded to further enjoy all the rest of life in the city that doesn’t sleep.  Lunch and dinner services were attentive at Stonepark Cafe, as well as at the Peruvian restaurant of Food Network’s “Chopped”  winning chef– Miguel Aguilar at Surfish Bistro.   There was also that quaint French restaurant whose name I can’t remember for the life of its lobster salad that suited my taste.  I  missed the cooking demonstration class by Master Chefs, Massimo Botturo and Mario Batali, but we still ate pea raviolis, lobster and asparagus tagliatelle,  clam pizzas and arugula salads with freshly grated Pecorino and Parmessan cheeses at The Plaza Hotel.  Altogether followed by a nice walk around Central Park, it was a memorable time with my good ole’ friend, Lesley Soo, whom I’ve known for 30 years!

The New York Plaza Basement

City Church - Unoccupied for Wall Street

Rooftop Bar on 5th

Now onto acknowledging a real city highlight– there was Jenny Wu!  We were giggly over raspberry mojitos on the rooftop of 230 on 5th Street, while beyond us, the Empire State building was aglow in orange for Halloween night.  There, she handed me my new fish eye lens that I had sent over to her office from New York’s B&H!  Sweet as the lens was, the night was more fun getting to know each other more, that we ditched the Village Halloween parade shoot for later.  We simply took our time, but we got there alright!  And with half an hour’s worth of being paparazzi, we still were able to collect enough photos for down memory lane.  Surfish Bistro was absolutely delicious where Jenny and I shared the same food interest: Mussels, ribs and Paella, all light and tasty without overpowering heaviness, yet offered an adventure into flavor with every bite.  What a great night it was!

Here are a few shots from the Halloween Village Parade, where everyone who was anyone was there.

Jack Sparrow was there.

Even Diana Ross!

Paparazzi for the Walking Dead

Whoopie Goldberg, New Orlean's Chef Alfred Singleton and Rihanna!

The Phantom of the Opera

Gene Simmons of KISS and his son Nick

And Lady Liberty gone Emo.

Lastly, I realized, that though the city is more like a constant shot of B12 into your system, it’s the familiar element that makes it quite endearing. Even the pretzel and roasted chestnut stands were as much the same kind of  nuances I appreciated in cities like Hong Kong, Bangkok and Paris! To have been afforded the travels I do, I’m happy to really SEE–goodness projecting itself in so many forms of effort.  Art was distinctly…everywhere.  Making pretzels and roasting chestnuts is an art!  Building and trading is an art!

After five good days, I went on home to prepare for the upcoming holidays, with memory cards filled with movement and color.  I was amazed at the joys I amassed, especially having cultivated my art and a few really good relationships.  However, nothing could have prepared me for the surprise, that my photo of model–Hilde Skappel, taken during the workshop, would go on to win First Place at BetterPhoto.com’s  international competition.  It was announced just before Christmas, and it certainly made for a very happy one.  After all, there were more than 13,200 entries!

This was my third award within the year.  My first was a second, the second –a first, and the third, a first.  Go figure!   LOL  In the company of great mentors like the award winning Manny Librodo himself, I’d say, this was a trip well worth the effort, the cold, the inconvenience and altogether craziness of New York, as I enjoyed myself anyway–despite all of its oddities, including October snow with my lung problems.

Heading back to San Diego, as I initially wrote this blog on iPad, I was thinking, I ? you, NYC!  You gave me a really great time!

And with this, my special thanks also goes to our fabulous models:  Hilde Skappel, Sharri Sutton and Clyff Millett.  Below are some of my favorite shots.  Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow, for absolute warmth still comes from the heart.

"HILDE" 1st Place at BetterPhoto.com's international competition.

Models Clyfford Millett and Hilde Skappel

Model: Clyfford Millett

Model: Sharri Sutton

Sharri

Model: Sharri Sutton

Model: Clyfford Millett

Model: Hilde Skappel

Model: Hilde Skappel

In closing--the view of the Empire State Building from my friend's apartment where I stayed.

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Head Over Heels

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I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination.  Imagination is more important than knowledge.  Knowledge is limited.  Imagination encircles the world.

~Albert Einstein (1879 – 1955)

© 2011 Louvette Fowler

© 2011 Louvette Fowler

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once in Las Vegas, discount cialis cialis I saw what I thought were some of  the most perfect looking women!  They were tall, generic viagra curvaceous with tight skin and strong toned muscles.  Congregated in a hotel lobby with hair and make-up as if rehearsed for weeks, these women looked amazing while in their 6 to 7 inch heels.

I got into a cab feeling like the barre was suddenly raised so high, until the cab driver explained, “The adult industry’s version of The Oscars is on!”  It was as if he read my thoughts!  I digressed as I thought, “Who else would try that hard for love or career?”   The answer is MANY women!  I noticed the shoes were no longer the big give away for women in that industry, known for their absurd preference for dauntingly high heels!  Today, everyone is wearing them.

The truth is, designers have long capitalized on women, deciding for themselves, perhaps, that every woman, by a courtesan or not, has an unexpressed need of being sexually desired.  So today, the heels are soaring higher, excused by high fashion reasoning; we can be protected from that truth by the brand and price tag– of our shoes!

My brother Clark who was recently in Paris claimed he even saw a woman riding a bicycle, while in her Louboutins!   Though uncomfortable, women pay the price for looks and many are not even aware of the instep miss of support most name brands of today don’t bother with anymore.  For so many, it doesn’t even matter if the shoe costs over $1000.00.  With run amok articles that say high heels further improve a woman’s sex life for all the right muscles being exercised, women are furthermore doomed.   Truth be known–when a woman looks so good, with heels or no heels, she is bound to have a great sex life…period.   And the way that it goes, the shoes come off and all is forgotten anyway!  The shoes, I mean.  Ha-ha!

But yes, even I have fallen prey.  I am head over heels about shoes, but not to the point of surrender for pain and suffering.  Yet, I have a number of those.  I’d rather not pay my taxes twice, but we all just have to give it a try.  How else are we to know the difference?  The Tribtoo shoe by YSL on the right still bothers me, although it IS immensely sexy while classy.  A quarter of an inch less from the heel or a quarter more added on the frontal platform or even an eighth should make this feel a whole lot better than walking on stilts.  The Louboutin on the left is of easier handling because it has the higher platform.  Perhaps I was also just too happy to have a pair of blue suede shoes, but where my arch meets the shoe is like getting a door slammed each time I take a step.  I know, not very nice, is it?

Being a huge fan of Dior that I am, I usually don’t even care to venture into other brands anymore.  My respect for Dior goes a very long way and for ample reason.  They will not go so low as to go so high just because SEX SELLS.  And even if they do, the instep math is recalculated, ever respecting women, staying interested in preserving their feet, muscles and toes.  Combined with clothes designed to make a woman look like a lady, there is nothing that could be so aesthetically and intrinsically devastating about soaring heels by the Fashion House that is all about quality of womanhood.  Now that to me– is CLASS.  Sticking to what they are about and not given to the fast exchange of dollars for “illusions”, Dior remains as my utmost favorite brand.

Besides, having heard from a prime source of how Mr. Louboutin personally describes his designs–  I’d rather stand tall while barefooted in defense of women and their image.  Women shouldn’t be TRAMPled  upon as mere sex objects.  Remember, every woman is still someone’s daughter.

I say let the respect remain and continue somehow.  Shoes can be sexy and I love them.  But women, love yourselves and the 75,000 nerve endings on your feet that connect to the rest of your body parts!  Pay for the right ones that support YOU.

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85% Of Valentines Are Purchased By Women


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In an effort to better understand Valentine’s Day, viagra sale cialis sale I read up on some of its history and then stumbled upon a figure that 85% of all Valentines today are purchased by women.  This shouldn’t have surprised me, but I was hoping by now, men would have been seeded enough by this romantic tradition that began as far as 270 AD, marking St. Valentine’s death and burial.  Evidently, women remain to be the majority of hopeless romantics who support the continued marketing of cards, chocolates, flowers and gifts on this special day.   And who could blame them?

But first, who was St. Valentine?  Today, the Catholic Church recognized three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.  One legend that remains on the forefront was of Valentine, the Roman priest who continued to perform secret marriages for young lovers, much against the decree made by Emperor Claudius II, outlawing marriage for young men.   You see, the Roman Emperor believed young, single men made better soldiers than those who were married and consumed by other responsibilities.   So, for having defied the order, Valentine was thrown in jail and ordered to his death.   But apparently, the priest also loved a young woman who was presumed to have been his jailer’s daughter.  And for her, he wrote a love letter which he signed, “From your Valentine.”

Later, during the Middle Ages, it was also commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds’ mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine’s Day — should be a day for romance.  Thereafter, through the centuries,  many little girls also read enough tales to believe relationships must contain the emotion that overwhelms them when chased, being swept off their feet by luscious words, attention and affection from suitors.  Except for Cinderella who went for the Prince, regardless, the words “happily ever after” usually came at the end of stories and fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty, who was awakened by a kiss, powerful enough to get her out of eternal coma.  The kiss was really about a simple love expressed.  In truth, it’s not unlike the little tokens exchanged on this celebrated day of hearts.

With a combination of history and its conditioning effects, it shouldn’t be surprising that women make for that 85% statistic of today’s Valentine givers.  As a result, like Rapunzel, women are just more willing to let their hair down, in order for love to happen.

It’s been a long time running since the 17th century, when in Great Britain, the day became popularly celebrated, even amongst friends and not just lovers.  The tradition that was then condoned by a need to express feelings, especially during those days when direct expression was discouraged, lives on today, despite a more open society—BECAUSE of women.  Especially by those who have experienced childbearing and rearing, they understand that expression of love and affection is synonymous to “nurturing”, imperative for man’s survival.   Whether by fairy tales, Valentine the priest or love notes spurred by a puritanical era, the world simply needs to keep the love going and moving about.

And sure enough, through history, it found a way through Valentine, ignited by his love for a woman.  Therefore, by and because of women, there will be always be confessions, confections, read notes along with roses, music and poetry.  Rest assured, love will always be here to stay.

Have a great Valentine’s Day ahead!

And if you’re still looking for beautiful gifts, Hapa Haoli has the following in the colors that bespeak love on this special day:

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I ended up owning goldenwild.com through an auction and was so inspired by it today, generic cialis drugstore that I bought myself a mink bag to commemorate what could transpire into an e-commerce site selling anything and everything with animal prints.  Alongside the Dolce & Gabanna mink bag is one of Hapa Haoli’s 100% silk make-up bag lined with nylon and PVC to protect my essentials and the inside of my handbag from getting marked and damaged.  The Dolce & Gabbana handbag is lined with suede, health so it’s just wise to keep it clean and organized with the ultimate make-up bag by Hapa Haoli.  Yes, store I do like my accessories, but my newly spawned love for photography should take me to safaris and the wild for more creativity applied to sites like the one I just snatched.   Stay tuned for goldenwild.com.  In the meantime, Hapa Haoli has a lot of animal inspired prints embellished with crystals and embroidery.  Check them out at hapahaolistore.com.

Here’s a sneak peek at other items from the store:

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