cheers to things to come.

"Love is a force more formidable than any other.It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could." Barbara de Angelis

Regretfully, I haven't kept up with this blog very well.  I can't say the reason why whether bad or good.  It's unidentifiable, but oh how I miss it writing.  I miss pouring out my heart in words and photos.  I miss documenting what I've been up to.  I have, actually, just not very well on this blog.

But life has been splendid.  And with every day I've been given, I cherish this give to live.

I have many shoots and weddings to share, and some that I want to share over and over and over again... like Naomi & Nate's.  Here's a picture from their New York session.  I have plenty more pictures from their photo shoot and others.  I'm so excited with all the weddings and sessions I've done so far.  I can't wait for this wedding season to really kick into gear.  :D  Happy summer, everyone!  See you at a wedding!

Full circle

Regretfully, these are my last hours in New York. And so, the spirit of my rambling, random thoughts...

I'm sitting quietly in United's "Red Carpet Lounge" that has alluded me for the past two years of having status in their mileage program, wondering as I often do, how I got here... (metaphorically of course.) :)  After a long day of packing, walking, new friends and old friends, I feel like I've felt all the emotions one could possibly feel in a single day.  Sadness and happiness.  Peace and uneasiness.  Loneliness and comfort and love.

Feeling both the regret of leaving and anxiousness to be back home with my family.  I don't feel homesick; in fact, I've never felt homesick.  Not since my internship in New York four years ago, have I considered moving to Manhattan until this past trip.  So much was different about this trip than ones before.  Maybe it's the state of my life now.  Or maybe it's natural growth of age.  Either way, I'm more introspective right now than I ever have, perhaps why I'm so conflicted in all my emotions.

Exactly two weeks ago on an early Wednesday morning (about 2:30am) I was dropped off in Harlem by a man who lived in Queens and loved lobster.  I was his last drop off before he'd head home to his family, but still he waited until my friend buzzed me into the building.  This Wednesday morning (about 2:30am) the same man who lived in Queens and loved lobster picked me up.  If that's not full circle, please tell what is!  When I recognized him, I couldn't believe the odds of getting the same driver.

I've been listening to "My Girl" by Dave Barnes for the past two days.  It's a great departure from listening to "Home" also by Dave Barnes, which was so beautifully poetic and melodic but brought my spirits down with its painfully true insights about love and relationships.  So as I listen to "My Girl" there's a smile plastered across my face.  Dave Barnes' jazz version of this song reminds me of the jazz playing as my friend and I ran into his Brooklyn apartment, escaping from rain, peeling off drenched coats and socks and the coziness I feel as the rain continued to pour and the jazz played. On a different note, I also feel like "I've got all the riches one [woman] can claim".  I couldn't tell you what all those riches were, but I'm certain I have them all.

Easter: I love life because He lives.

Side note: Except Karen, all the Asian people I spent time with in New York were younger than me.  All my white friends were significantly older than me.  I thought that was funny.  Also, those Asians were only girls; those non-Asians... all guys.  Ironic, no?

When I stopped sitting in Economy (on airplanes) I noticed I also stopped sitting around young hot guys.  I wondered where all those strikingly handsome business men I used to see went.  I still don't know why they don't sit around me in the airplane, but they certainly do exist.  They're hiding here in the Red Carpet lounge.  drool.  The food here is great.  My stomach was going crazy on the ride to the airport.  I'm thankful I finally have some breakfast in me.

(The picture above is from a coffee shop in the Mission, Dec. 15, 2010)