Some of my earliest memories are of airplanes and airports. As a child of immigrant parents, my arrival meant taking baby me from our home in New York to see family members in their native Caribbean for my first Christmas, and nearly every year following. The airplane safety card was my favorite reading material as a toddler. When I learned how to read actual words, I thought the signs out by JFK Airport that read “Jamaica” indicated our final tropical destination, not the neighborhood in Queens.
A few days before the lockdown I was driving back from Utah. Shooting there was a wonderful experience as usual, however, my working days were filled with anxiety as the news about the spread of' unknown coronavirus began to escalate.
I am an extremely amateur photographer. Like all people today, I have thousands of images stored on hundreds of memory cards, HDDs, cloud accounts etc. Like most people I'm guessing, I'll probably never get around to looking at them again!
Morning. The rising sun promised another hot day, humid and full of sweat.
One Sunday morning during the peak of Winter out here in Beautiful British Columbia, I woke up to a gorgeous layer of snow covering the landscape outside my window. It was a stunning sight to see and a very welcome one, as it is not very often that we get snow where I live. Contrary to what many people believe, we don't all ride polar bears and live in igloo's up here in Canada. There are some parts of the country that hardly ever get snow, like Vancouver Island, the place that I call home just off the coast of BC. So, as you'd expect, it's always a very exciting time when we get snow here. And it's something that I must take advantage of since it doesn't take much time before that fresh snowfall begins to melt and everything starts to look rather gross...
Lockdown began as I packed my bag for a summer at sea. Plane ticket ready. Boat waiting. Life neatly packed away. It was a trip I'd been planning for months, a summer of adventure like I'd dreamed of for over a decade. All on hold, for now.
Before I moved to LA I knew nothing about coffee. My knowledge didn’t even go beyond the walls of the nearest Starbucks where I used to order a tall – whatever the most basic white girl drink is. (with almond milk – oooo, feisty I know)
Travelling solo, lost in the wanderlust is something we all contemplate at some point. Be it before we commit to those years of college, or just before we see ourselves settling down and starting a family-we all want to be out there, putting the contentment of our adventures in the hands of the maps that navigate us.
New York is a city like no other! The only city that can be exhausting and exhilarating, all at the same time. If this isn’t #1 on your bucket list, well, go on.. add it now!