In between our second and third children our family moved to New York City for my husband’s undergraduate and graduate Fine Art education. NYC is a fantastic place to live for anyone interested in either fine or performing arts. Time spent with my husband visiting galleries and museums and being totally immersed in the creative realm were some of my favorite activities. They were not, however, without some tension, I must admit. My husband would constantly gravitate towards the paintings and sculpture galleries whereas I’d gravitate towards the photography displays, dragging him begrudgingly behind me.
In relation to my photography, one day stands out to me above all others- the day my passion was ignited. I was leaving Prospect Park in Brooklyn with my three children (no, not on the ritzy end!) and we stopped to look at a bed of red tulips that beckoned us. I adore tulips and they were a novelty to me as they did not grow readily in the climate of my childhood. I immediately noticed a tulip that was not only red- it was also half yellow. I had never seen such a thing! My older two children begged me to take a picture. I said no at first because, well, I didn’t want to look like a tourist. ~smile~ But, they were insistent and I finally relented. That photograph, though not perfect nor even composed well, found its way into a frame rather quickly and today hangs in my kitchen. It was at that point that the mundane ritual of recording our family’s daily events took a turn towards the passionate. I now recognize it as my defining moment. Continue reading