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So.. the Meatball Shop. It was delicious. Back in march when I visited New York, Karen sent me this email that basically said that she and three of my girlfriends were all free one night and we were going to have a girls dinner.  I was excited.  I was a little perplexed because I didn’t know they all hung out together, but I thought, “Whatevs. It’s a meatball shop!”  We went to the one on Greenwich, and it was everything I hoped it to be.  A cute cozy interior with a menu full of options.

I could choose the type of meatball, how it was served and the type of sauce.  I forgot what I ordered, but it was delicious.  You could also order floats and an ice cream sandwich which also had options (yay) to choose the ice cream and the cookie.  I thoroughly enjoyed my meatball feast of sliders.

At the end, to my surprise…. the waitress started singing “Happy Birthday”, and I was like… “Who’s that for??” When they came towards me I was so HURRAY!  It was very exciting.  I really love surprises.  This was a delightful one.  I really enjoy the company of these four ladies, and I’m glad I could spend my birthday with them.

YAY!!





I recently traveled to Washington, DC to photograph a wedding, and on my one free day I made it out to the Lincoln Memorial for some historical appreciation.

When I was little I had a strange fascination with Abraham Lincoln. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was an early predictor of my affinity for beards on men. (But that’s another story.)  Maybe it was because I also liked the era and was almost equally fascinated with the Civil War.  Even thinking of it now, I actually really like pennies, too; it was one of the many things I collected as a child.  (I was a young curator in the making.)  Anyway as I child I devoured biographies of Abraham Lincoln.  When my mother told me she was born in Mississippi I wishfully asked her if she lived in a log cabin like Abe did.  One of my favorite books growing up was “Sarah, Plain and Tall”; I liked it for many reasons but one was because it was about a girl named Sarah, just like Abe’s two wives.

So even though I visited the Lincoln Memorial before, I wanted to visit my dear friend Abe again.  The monuments are one of my favorite things about DC.  Just their grandeur is amazing.  It was a warm, breezy day in April, and the quiet hum of people at the steps fizzled out as you enter the memorial.  The statue is magnificent and much larger than it appears on the penny. :)

It was eerily unfamiliar; I felt like I was in a horror film.

I have many fond memories of San Luis Obispo (SLO), the town where I went to college.  I remember all the beach days and exploring and hikes outdoors.  SLO will always hold a special spot in my heart.  I hadn’t been back since 2009 when my friend got married, and even then I didn’t have the opportunity to go around town to see how it’s change.  A couple weekends ago I was so excited to visit again.  The only thing though was that it was nothing like I had remembered.  My sweet, small town was now somehow like a city.  It lost the same charm I loved back in college when I lived in a little summer-like cottage.  I returned to the beaches like this, filled with fog, so unfamiliar to me.  I don’t even remember if these pictures were actually taken at avila beach.  I actually have no idea.  I’m sad to say that my SLO is nothing like the town it is today.  sigh.

It’s strange how memories can keep you tied to the past that you can’t even recognize them when you have them in the present.  I think relationships are like that.  Our memories of those past relationships are so warped and old and positive that when we are reunited with exes the person we’re reacquainting with the person we once knew are two completely different people.  It’s strange what memories do to you.

I used to always dream of moving back to SLO when I had a family.  Now, I’m not sure I’d want to live in that place others call San Luis Obispo.