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Thought Of The Day – 2/1/2012

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There’s more…but I’ve been really busy.  ‘Updates in due time!  ? Louvette

It used to baffle me how God has so many laws, buy cialis treatment yet he is the all forgiving God.  Now I know the laws are a way to know of His nature–that we shall be as one.  An almost impossible feat considering human nature, treatment   especially when we become of age.  Yet when that knowledge is founded, look it is simply good enough.

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New York Work & Play

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  © 2010 All Site Photographs By Louvette Fowler

Art is subjective. Its only reason is to tell a story  or make you feel something.
It does not seek to impress, viagra usa abortion
but to express. It does not perform for judgement but to resonate a love.
? Louvette

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© 2010 All Site Photographs By Louvette Fowler

Art is subjective. Its only reason is to tell a story  or make you feel something.
It does not seek to impress, generic viagra view but to express. It does not perform for judgement but to resonate a love.
? Louvette

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.
When the moon and earth confront each other to create a hallow’s eve that sets it apart from the rest of the nights, viagra canada stuff you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, viagra 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 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
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 viagra treat you’ll wanna spread the news– especially if it’s in New York city.  Though figuratively speaking, viagra sale hospital there was a total eclipse of my wants that took place just a week before Halloween.  My husband was away, viagra 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 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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In it, I came upon a wall of golden particles, from which I knocked out a single grain. In no time, the wall broke loose and released tides of the wonder dust that endlessly fell on me, leaving me breathless as I struggled to pull myself to the surface.  Still grasping for air, suddenly, the dunes I found myself in, turned into a sea of golden coins!  Instantaneously, I was swimming in a sea of treasure, money that kept coming, sometimes hurting my skin as as they rolled in like tides and dropped from above me like rain.  You think I’d say yay,  right?  Well, not quite.

As a child, the money didn’t mean the same to me then.  It was just…well…money!  But as I recounted the experience to my parents, through beads of sweat, tears and a developing high fever, I remember them chuckling at the details I shared… even applauding the wonderfulness of my bizarre but magical dream!  Oh the irony!  In the eyes of a child, this was all too strange and terrifying.




Fast forward to Saturday, June 16, 2011, I was confronted by a similar golden dream; only this time, I was wide awake.  The sun was soon setting when friends and I met up to photograph –the Algodones, also known as the Imperial Sand Dunes.  Located by the border of Arizona and Baja in El Centro, California, these sand dunes are simply amazing.  If I was left breathless, it was because of its wonder and vastness that constantly changed as the winds shifted through the hours.  Like sands in an gigantic hourglass, it keeps turning through sunrises, sunsets and moonlit nights, as I found differences in the swoop and falls after being there for just a night.  Well, I must admit, I was also left breathless by the heat and heavy gear I carried along while trekking through its steep terrains.  Not to begrudgingly mention the challenge of having to use a loose tripod when trying to capture these images, but I was a bit ruffled, when I lost a part that held it together during the first hike up.  I was quickly reminded of my dream when I found it tough to climb to the peaks, breathing heavily in pursuit of ..a beautiful picture.






The goal was to photograph.  But at some point, I personally sought to first absorb the feelings from its surroundings.  The feeling of being nowhere–somewhere, alone and removed while accompanied, and the feeling from contradicting light and shadows, managing to harmonize with each other, were those I felt in the mind boggling infinity of sand.  I guess, in retrospect, it was then when the dunes suddenly turned to gold.  There I stood, amidst the stretch of matter created by nature, simply belonging and sharing in its true big picture.  As the sun began to set, golden hues reflected alongside darker greys and blues.  The colors from different angles reflected possibilities of all kinds.  It was a lot to absorb and assess all at once.   Like life itself, it was rather overwhelming, making me turn everywhere, following shadows and light.  But the image of  Nike’s slogan, telling me to “just do it” had me smiling in no time.  By then, I was quietly laughing to myself.  In life, sometimes you just gotta do it.  Take the picture already.  It just may come out better than you think.

After a replenishing dinner around a camp fire, the night was kinder in temperature and a bit more encouraging for a second hike.  The moon shined brightly, and the Yuma city lights were aglow in the distance through shadows of more rolling sand hills.  Though it was challenging to have held my camera by its strap on that wobbly ballhead, photographing into the early hours of the morning was truly a lot of fun.  The stillness of the night against the tonal colors of the images I saw beyond the viewfinder, kept me reassured that I was there for good reason.  Gold was to be seen in its other forms and point in time.

Suddenly, I found myself grateful that I was given the other gifts that rolled into my life–like my camera and lenses.  Hitting hard against my skin like those golden coins, I didn’t mind them this time, as I hiked for more beauty and wonder.  Sweating and feverish like in the dream of long ago, this time it was because of excitement.  I couldn’t wait to capture and share the details from my waking dream, where the morning after was a wealth of more knowledge, and hopefully–a bit more skill, collected for myself.

After a third hike by 10:00 a.m., I acknowledged the rising heat and decided I had enough gold for now.  Well, it got rather HOT!

From the Imperial Sand Dunes, here’s a gist of what I learned:

*everything constantly changes

*our perspective finds us at the point of where we stand and with what we know

*experiencing life’s beauty can be challenging, especially, after we lose something

*it takes time and effort to reach the top

*it’s easier and faster to reach the top on a lighter load

*it’s alright to stand alone and all fear disappears when we know we are never really alone

*reaching the top is sweeter when shared with someone

*light and shadows on hills and valleys complement each other for a unique picture and experience

*joy can be experienced at any time, night or day

*sharing what we have (knowledge, food or drink) is a gratifying experience

*golden dreams exist in wake or sleep


And there I was in the midst of nothing and everything–trying to absorb it all–photographed by Michael Robert Hartman

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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In an effort to better understand Valentine’s Day, viagra generic medical 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, buy viagra 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:

Available at Hapa Haoli Store

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Samantha is wearing Hapa Haoli's Sashiko Crystal Clutch

In an effort to better understand Valentine’s Day, viagra generic rx 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:

Available at Hapa Haoli Store

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I was told that shooting into the direct sun is dangerous. By putting a lot of energy (both optical light and infra-red) onto a tiny area through the retina, viagra generic nurse it can cook one’s eyeball. You’ve heard about trying to set paper on fire using a magnifying glass, case so think about that being done to the back of your eye destroying the retina. Well– I just had to take photos of the sun, cialis with quick peeks into the viewfinder while I mentally guessed the right exposures to compensate for the metering.  In the hope that I have not completely damaged my right eye, I’m not doing this again without a tripod and a remote trigger.   I also didn’t have a lens hood with me, but I’m very well aware of lens flare and position myself accordingly.

These were taken while the sun was lowering into the horizon at about 6:00 p.m. in warm and sunny San Diego. Yes, during spring, the sun is just beginning to set by then.  I threw in the last photo of a shrub taken that same day, as this particular shot made me wonder if I had actually gone color blind.  The hues almost cover the entire spectrum of the color wheel.  Hopefully, I haven’t ruined my camera’s sensors either, as I LOVE my Nikon D700.  Buying it was the best choice decision I ever made, and I can’t wait for the new D800, rumored to be out by the end of summer.

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