travels || upstate new york

As I was beginning to write this post, I was talking to Ian about explaining the facts versus feelings of a place that one visits.  I could tell you all about the Finger Lakes (where these photos took place) about its large wine region, about how there are thirteen lakes altogether, about my discovery of Wegmans. 

But, what I loved most about this charming little place, is, well, the history; about Ian's childhood spent here, about Ian's Mother's childhood spent here.  All of the little quirks, the hand-me-downs,  the memories, the feelings. 

Families spent summers here, kids grew up together.  It was like a very dreamy movie.... or like listening to one of those "coming of age" stories where you really fall in love with the main character.  

It seems though- that every time they visit the cabin, nestled on the banks of Canandaigua, more of those memories are made.  And this time, I made some memories of my own.  We paid visit to old traditions like the roast beef dinner served by the Middlesex Fire Department and hiking up Bare Hill to watch the Ring of Fire, a Seneca Indian custom. We drank more wine than I could have possibly imagined while learning all about the up-and-coming New York wine regions they were grown in.  We visited Spook Hill and ate the most delicious frozen custard.  I watched a three year old eat his first s'more. 

I'm telling you, it was magic.

and until next summer, where more memories and feelings and magic can be made... you can find me, staring at these:

travels || kentucky

Kentucky; the Bluegrass State, known for its tobacco fields, for its college basketball, where the bourbon was born, where the Queen of England watches the Kentucky Derby...  and where Ian and I spent our last adventure.

Ian's parents moved only a year ago into a beautiful earlier twentieth century home located in Lexington just a few blocks from its Downtown area.  (Unfortunately, I only shot one photo of the interior right before we left (posted below)).  We explored a lot of Lexington's historical areas (along with its fabulous restaurants, brewery's and horse racing tracks) with Ian's incredible mom and dad, Joan and Bill as our guides.

Kentucky was only part one of our 8 day adventure. Next up will be the beautiful Finger Lakes in upstate New York.

ciao for now, my babies.

travels || on tour

Back, way back in January, Ellie Arciaga and I planned to take to start a project titled Letterbox.  We would be following our good friends in Pickwick around the west coast (and a little bit of the Midwest) documenting the first leg of their first national tour.  While this isn't a post about Pickwick (you can view that on the Letterbox site) it is about all the shots that was taken while on tour. We traveled from California, down to Arizona, through New Mexico, over to Texas, up to Colorado and ended in Salt Lake City in under 3 weeks.  I had not been to 5 of these states before and I was truly excited. We were on such a tight schedule that at times we would literally see an amazing shot, slam on the breaks, jump out of the car with the engine running, take 5 or 6 shots and jump back in the car so we could catch up with the van.  Moments like these, just too good to keep to myself.

Touring was as intense as anyone can say, Ellie and I weren't playing the music but we were right there along with them; driving just as many miles, sleeping only a few hours a night, eating gas station beef jerky, using porta potties... and taking photos at every waking moment.  It was a challenging experience that I won't ever forget, nor would I trade for anything in the world.

There are so many specifics I could talk about, but.. I think that the most memorable moment was when Ellie and I drove into Salt Lake City. We were almost at the end of the trip having a flight that night back to Seattle and we had to clean the rental car before then.  We found one of those automatic spots where you drive up on to the track and they swish you down a series of colorful foamy polishes and rinses.  We scrambled for our phones to photograph the kaleidoscope on the windshield.  Even then we wanted to take a photo, even after 3 weeks of non stop shooting, we wanted to remember the car wash.  It reminded me that I loved taking photographs, even streaks of purple soap on glass, even when I was tired as shit, even when we were SO ready to be done and go home.  I remember how strange it felt not having my camera around my neck the following days after we got back... like I had lost an arm.

Afterwards we took everything out of the car (so we could vacuum up the spilled cashews and potato chips).  We then neatly packed our mementos, our saved succulents from Texas that we would root when we got home, our postcards, our questionable vintage purchases from Los Angeles, our beat-to-shit cameras, our dirty, smelly clothes.. It took us 3 weeks by car to get there, but only 3 hours by plane to get home.

anyways, enough of my reminiscing. here's the gems:

Los Angeles

Somewhere in California 

Arizona

New Mexico

Texas

Colorado