Fairytale of New York

Let me tell you about that first night I spent in New York. We arrived late in the afternoon to the most gorgeous fog. I had to hold myself back from just leaving the car on some midtown avenue and running out into the streets with my camera. We arrived at the hotel, parked the car, and gulped down some sandwiches. There were only about 90 minutes left before sunset, so we nearly ran to Central Park, which, thankfully, was close to our hotel. [This is where I have to thank the partners of photographers who have to put with this kind of thing when they kindly agree to come along on these trips.]
New York City, and particularly Central Park, is perfectly enchanting in the fog. And as the evening progressed, it got more and more magical as the sky turned from pale gray to a gorgeous pinky-purple. We stayed in the park until after sunset and then ventured out into the streets for some night photography and a well-deserved glass of wine. I felt so contented that I would have been happy even if I didn't get to take another photograph the remainder of our stay. But, of course, that didn't happen ...
P.S. I'm having trouble deciding on my favorite of the last two shots (the taxi cab lights). If you prefer one over the other, let me know. It'll help me decide which to make available as a print in my shops.

All was quiet

The most thick, luscious fog rolled in on New Year's morning. I couldn't have asked for a better start to 2011, especially after being hit with the Great Canadian Stomach Flu of 2010 after Christmas. Ugh. The excitement I felt that morning mirrored my excitement over the new year and all the projects and plans rolling around in my head. I hope your year got off to a grand start too!

Misterious ways

While in Tuscany, I experienced one glorious and magical fog-filled early morning. What is it about photographers and fog? A foggy morning makes me feel like a kid in a candy store. I can barely believe my eyes and I get so excited that I'm left nearly breathless.