Aug 3 2015

What Happens Next: Napier

I’ve traveled to places, like Heimaey in Iceland. I’ve read of places, like Pompeii. In those places, you go to see what they looked like the moment disaster struck. A moment frozen in time under lava. There’s usually a loaf of bread in an oven somewhere to emphasize the moment-in-timeness.

When we traveled to Napier, we got to see that next moment. What happens after disaster. After leaving a town still deciding it’s post-quake identity, I wanted to see how one city answered that question. Napier answered it with a fondant exclamation point.


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Aug 2 2015

Saturday Evening Post, August 1 2015

A few photos from our week.

New Regent Street, Christchurch

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Jul 26 2015

Saturday Evening Post, July 25 2015

A few photos from our week.

Punting on the Avon

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Jul 18 2015

Saturday Evening Post, July 18 2015

A few photos from our week.

Night of D’Light, Christchurch Botanic Gardens Continue reading

Jul 11 2015

Saturday Evening Post, July 11 2015

A few photos from our week.

Top of the Gondola Ride, Christchurch Continue reading

Jul 4 2015

Saturday Evening Post, July 4 2015

A few photos from our week.


SFO Continue reading

Nov 8 2013

An Unusual Inquiry

Earlier this week I woke to an email and I have been a bit giddy since.

When we lived in Reykjavik we lived right near the Listaháskóli Íslands, the Iceland Academy of the Arts. The bold, bright artwork along the pedestrian tunnel and parking lots made me so very happy and made me take note of all the art, sanctioned and not, in the city. The value the nation puts on the artistic pursuits of its citizens is pretty rad. So I relished the bountiful public art and shared some of it in this post while we were abroad.

I guess someone found it.

Dear Julie.

I was informed about your very interesting web-site as I was looking for pictures of the graffiti that was painted on the walls of the pedestrian tunnel at Iceland Academy of the Arts where I have been the Principal Director until last August. It so happens, that I am looking for photographs of this graffiti for the cover and booklet of my music-cd that is to be released next month. 

 As I discovered the two photographs you have on your site I began to wonder if I could use the one of the doors (actually, the door to my own office!) in the booklet as supplementary decoration. For this I would need a version of the photograph with higher solution (300 dpi). Also, I began to wonder if you had some other photographs of the graffiti that you don’t show on the site.

 I know this is an unusual inquiry, but it proves that information travels fast and widely! I would be grateful if you could send me a response at your earliest convenience.

p.s.: the paint of the graffiti has now paled so much that it not of any use to take photographs now ….


Oct 28 2013

One from the Archive: Crown Fountain


Some days I look backwards. On those days I miss wandering around with a camera bag and lenses with Brett patiently waiting as I try some stuff out because I don’t really know what I’m doing and there’s no kid and all the time in the world, anywhere in the world, even when anywhere is home.

Most days I look forward. And on those days it’s going to be our kid splashing in a fountain near or far and us showing her just how big and wonderful the world is while we gleefully watch her try all kinds of stuff out and, you know, time is not about me, really at all, anymore.


May 22 2013

One from the Archives: Marrakech


One evening during our honeymoon, we sat and watched the sun set over the Jamaa el Fna (ساحة جامع الفناء). Jamaa el Fna can translate either to something about congregating or something about death. So, depending on which guide book you read it’s either charming or ominous.

Either way, it’s still the main square in Marrakech with winding alleyways leading to the square from the many twists and turns of the medina. During the day, it’s an orange juice stall-strewn gathering place for locals and tourists and locals trying to get tourists to buy stuff. At night, food stalls stand at attention and games of chance replace leashed monkeys.

It was a sincerely insane sunset that night and we had a perch atop one of the many cafes that line the plaza. So we sat and sipped and talked about the colors of the sky as the call to prayer started in round-like fashion all around us. The calls ended, the sun set, and then, it was dark. I’ve no clue what this man was doing or selling. I wouldn’t have been surprised by any answer.

Mar 8 2013

One from the Archives: Thailand


A winding, winding road leads up Doi Suthep, a mountain just west of Chiang Mai in Northern Thailand. So winding in fact that as we rode in our little car back in 2008 we passed a motorbike with a woman sporadically puking off the back.

At the top is Wat Phrathat Doi Suthep, a Buddhist complex dating from the 1380s. Some folks complain the chedi lost its charm when it was outfitted in gold. Me? I dig it.

I swear, if you stand still long enough in Thailand you will either have a picture of the “Jazz King” hung on you OR you will be gilded within an inch of your life. it must be in the constitution.