Today is the last day of 2010. It will also be the last day of the Speakeasy. I started this blog when I moved to St. Louis in 2006. I end this blog today, from my new home in Lima, Perú. I've redesigned my website and started a new blog that is more integrated with the site.
I took this photograph of my friend Lindsay's necklace while in the Galápagos Islands this past summer. I though, wow, that's simple wise advice. In the months following I thought about what I love, and I believe here in Lima working as a freelance multimedia journalist I will be able to make what I love what I do more than ever before.
With the click of this post I say out with the old, in with the new. I welcome 2011 and all it will bring. Let the beauty of what you love be what you do in 2011. Feliz año nuevo!
As most of you know, I love chocolate and I love Perú. Sooo...you can imagine how I felt when I walked into a chocolate factory (Soma) in Toronto selling mostly Peruvian chocolate. Heaven. Cielo. Yum. I sat down with a cup of their specialty Mayan hot chocolate and even the shaft of light hitting my mug was supernatural.
I don't believe I officially announced my "big news" here on the blog (it's also why I've been so scarce!). I'm moving to Lima, Perú! That's why I'll miss Steve, as well as many other Tower Grove joys. One night I came home and Steve was sitting on his front porch (normal) rocking a sombrero (not so normal). We shared a good laugh and then he started pulling out other hats, including the one with the skunk tail. More on the move soon.
Luisa Milan lives on a small island just across the water from Toronto. Luisa assembled beautiful panels of fabric, half of them stitched with words inspired by water, as part of an outdoor exhibition called Rogue Wave. Each in a different shade of blue, they blow in the wind and mimic the sea just beyond them.
Photo by Bridjes O'Neil
I love artistic photos. I love them even more when I'm surprised by them. Today I gave a student (not a photo student) my point-and-shoot camera, and she brought this back. She was working on a piece about being a mom. To me this photo has such nice, quiet symbolism. Go Bridjes!
The Eiffel Tower was stunning and the Louvre inspiring but equally as impressive to me was a beautifully edited and printed set of pictures on display at Luxembourg Garden, home of the French Senate. As a photographer, I love checking out galleries and art shows, but often they cost an arm and a leg to attend. Here in Paris was an outdoor gallery. Free of charge, and photos as stunning as those you pay to see. Big photos. Dozens of photos. Good photos.
My friend Sophie says the exhibit changes frequently. I think every city ought to have a place like this. Photos have such power. Sometimes they are just beautiful. Other times they stop us dead in our tracks, make us laugh, cry or even challenge our perceptions. Thank you Luxembourg Garden for dedicating space (and a cleaning crew!) to such a lovely form of art.
Grabbed some yogurt at Fro Yo with a friend on Sunday, and she was showing off her Hipstamatic fantasticness. Made me get a little artsy as I sat and ate my yogurt. Also made me miss someone who always gets a kamikaze mix of flavors and covers them in fruit. Me? I'm all about the Original Tart : )
Iglesia de la Virgen Milagrosa | Lima, Perú
As I walked through Parque Kennedy my first night in Lima, I noticed cats - gatos - everywhere. There are a few different stories about how the cats got there, as well as a variety of opinions about the presence of the cats. The park itself is lovely. An ordinary park full of extraordinary stories.
The first time I visited Cotopaxi, high in the Ecuadorian Andes, I was stunned. The magic lived on for me this summer. This is a place that calms me and energizes me a la vez. I wake up early and go to bed late. Days filled with hot tea, the smoky richness of wood burning fires, horseback rides through the páramo and majestic views in all directions. This is Cotopaxi. It gives me the feeling of home, and, when I think about my rural childhood, it's not that different. Take the flat canvas of my North Dakotan roots and give it peaks and valleys, throw in some Spanish and you might get Cotopaxi.
Paris? Probably the last place I would expect to travel with my sister and brother, so of course, it's where we ended up! One of the best Paris memories I have is waking up under the Eiffel Tower. After walking through what seemed like the entire city, we crashed in the grass near the base of the Eiffel Tower. I actually fell asleep and woke to this site. Magical.