I made a student cry the other day and I thought of my Father. His voice echoing in my head, "Are you going to keep playing wrong notes all night? ...or, "Maybe you find the grass to be more interesting in this photograph than the flowers?" A small observation that cut to the core of my student this week, said directly without frill or malice like my mentors before me, was challenged by this new photography prodigy of 3 weeks. The Zoom lesson ended shortly thereafter.

caught up with an old friend this week. It's been a year but it feels like yesterday since we last spoke. Midway through the conversation she says... did you know so and so is now a photographer? I chuckled but she wasn't laughing. Ah yes, another five minute photographer. Not an uncommon statement in any craft which got me thinking of the millions of people, during this strange days that have now learned a new skill and confused it for knowing the craft...

Stepping onto the battered scene of Manhattan real estate in 2009 was a decision only a small amount of friends called brave. The wide network of my sphere used words like ‘insane’ or ‘professional suicide’, but I was determined to close my concierge business that made me work out of my apartment and get out of the house and my comfort zone.