Joy, delivered

Meet Anaïs Joy. The first two images were taken at 7 days old, as is the last one. Mom looks so peaceful & calm. The image of her close up was taken at the hospital, i couldn’t believe how alert & bright eyed she was…must be smart, no doubt she inherited this from her two…

flowers made of butterflies

my very favorite flower, Hydrangea. Alas, the weather didn’t encourage many blooms this year. I suppose that makes these very special. I will dry them…i do so every year. They dry beautifully & look wonderful on my windowsills.

…i just wanted to share

  Totally blowing my own horn, or rather, my own Shofar. Tomorrow night Rosh Hashanah begins. The Jewish New Year. This interview is about my family, photography & my art. I’m really…flattered to find myself here. The painting of Moses above, is the one of which i speak of in the magazine. Sculpture with watercolor,…

the farm on the side of the road

a visual feast. Christmas lights all year ’round, American flag covering the window & a tree…branch? holding up the roof. Cool beans

the guard dogs looked a lot like sheep…

when i pulled over into the ditch opposite this farm, all i heard was BAAAaaaaa. utterly terrifying. The farm also had a security system, step up to the fence & be attacked by FIRE ANTS. And i had NO idea that one could have sheep in Alabama. It gets so hot & humid, i’ve been…

an Alabama farm…really?!

emu, llama, chickens, rooster, sheep…all in a pasture of fall yellow flowers. it felt more like seeing a gathering of Noah’s animals. It was so cool! ~amy

a museum in his pocket…

The title of this post was a story told to me by my father. Louis Rosenthal was walking around downtown Baltimore with his young son. A man stopped to greet Louis & said to Louis’s son, “Your father walks around with a museum in his pocket” I love that my own son has a drive…

the graphite feather…

…may be too heavy to take flight. However, in one way it can…art can make the imagination take flight, if your brave enough.

“oh, don’t be camera shy”

“no, that is not the shutter button!” “You’re too close, Hobbes, back up!” “dammit, don’t scratch the lens, Hobbes!” “click”