The bustle, the colors, the textures, the smells, the sounds, the people, the sights. They never repeat and they never stop. Constantly new yet familiar. Everyone fits in because no two are alike.
Tagged: art, Basquiat, Broadway, Manhattan, New York City, NYC, SoHo, street photography, theater, travel
Built in 1909 to dispose of the city’s sewage, Santa Monica Pier has experienced growth and change over the decades, with the addition of Pacific Park in 1996 making it the family entertainment destination it is today. 
A place of dreamers and dreams, sunshine and palm trees, artists and art. Our first time in LA captured our imaginations, our appetites and our hearts. 
Tagged: California, dance, LA, Los Angeles, street art, travel
Overlooking the city, soaked with sun, filled with art, the Getty Center is beautiful inside and out.
The water was so blue, the sky was so clear, the sun was so warm, the sand was so soft, the breeze was just right, the time was so needed.
Tagged: Atlantis, Bahamas, family photography, family vacation, Spring Break, travel
Tagged: childhood, color, Colorado, family vacation, photography, skiing, snowboarding, travel, Vail
In recent years we’ve experienced a new “museum” from the Color Factory, to Sloomoo, to Happy Go Lucky and now the Museum of Ice Cream, these museums and exhibits offer an experience for the new generation. While each has their own distinct concept and execution each foster “IRL interaction and URL connections.” Hands-on, multi-sensorial, picture-worthy and with minimal reading these have become the new favorite, and norm, for museum experiences for my kids.
Tagged: childhood, MOIC, New York City, photography, travel
Tagged: Happy Go Lucky, Manhattan, NYC, photography, travel
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Happiness is in the heart of the feeler.
Memories are written and recalled as uniquely as we each are.
I take them to the city to see the sights, to hear and smell and feel the difference in the air.
A city full of passion and confusion, chaos and magic, overstimulation and isolation, fears and dreams.
My love affair cannot be passed down, only shared.
I see them recall their last time, they note the difference, they wonder at the newness.
Memories are being written; some with magic in the moment and some will await the magic in a future recollection.
Tagged: childhood, family, New York City, NYC, photography, travel
Our Everyday 