In the most sweetest of gestures, the groom helps his bride take down her lovely hair while riding on the Roosevelt Island Tram back to Manhattan.

I’m just a proud mamma gushing over her fuzzy boy, Ernie (again). Here he is just a week or two after I adopted him. So tiny, he could have been a snack for the bird in my previous post.

I’m hardly a nature photographer but that doesn’t mean I can’t try and take pictures of it.

or being photographed.

We all want to take really good pictures all the time. But. That just isn’t reality for most of us. I’m wondering if it’s possible to take a really bad photo that is so bad (bad lighting, composition, color, mood, etc.) it’s actually kinda good. As a rule I never delete any of my photos. I’ve been keeping this one in my back pocket as a so-bad-it’s-good photo. I think, well, I know I have plenty others but I’ll save them for another time.

Today was my day to volunteer for the local CSA. Knee deep in beets, celery and eggplant, I was still able to sneak a few pics.

Yesterday I thought I’d take my 20mm, wide angle lens for a spin. While I absolutely love how much I can capture in the frame of a photo, I missed a golden opportunity to zoom in on this adorable girl’s face with my usual lens. So it goes.

Parachute drop. Coney Island. Beautiful day or night.

Here is a more artsy shot of Paul, taken a few years back. The film was ‘ruined’ by airport security in London but I fancy the results.

This shot is kinda funny but nothing compared to this… http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32405618/ns/today-today_participate/

hmmmm. I wonder if I haven’t posted this pic before… Well, anyway, I like it enough for a repeat post.

I’m excited to have my computer back – almost as excited as Ernie is chasing this ball of paper (shown right).

After a dropped computer and subsequent hard drive crash I am still trying to recover all my faculties (and my photos).

Some bunny loves you.

Last week, while I was at Stone Barns, I was lucky enough to capture a couple of shots of the elusive butterfly (there aren’t many in the city, for sure). I’m also in the process of redesigning my website (woohoo!) and thinking more critically of my particular ‘brand’ and how I should market myself as a photographer. A friend asked me the other day, “What made you decide to use the butterfly as your logo?” I think I gave a pretty lame answer, if one at all, because I had never really thought about it. I guess, in part, it reminds me of my childhood – I grew up with a yellow painted room with butterfly wallpaper trim. To take it further, a butterfly to me, is small, delicate and colorful, the head turner of the bug world, yet it’s always at the whim of the wind. My photos are generally colorful (perhaps more figuratively than literally) with a delicate sensitivity, and while they are also spontaneous, they incorporate my sharp calculation of the world around me. Anyway, I’m sticking with this beautiful bug and hopefully the wind will carry it my way more often.

One sees a lot of interesting things on a daily basis in the city, but this woman and her gorgeous mosaic stopped me in my tracks. Thank goodness I had my iPhone. Gawd, do I love New York.