Posts by: Karen

My Friend Michaela's "New Day"

Over here, I mostly talked about art/life/inspiration/photography-related stuff. But like everyone, I have a past. No, not sordid and reality-show style past! I used to coach news reporters and anchors in voice and on-air performance. I did this for close to 25 years. About 15 years ago, I met Michaela Pereira. It was right before…

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Joe's Peacock, Teamwork and the Gift of Mosquitos: Part 1

Situation: my hubs Joe had to travel to Hawaii for work. I had to come along because… well… because I had to come along. Seriously. This is Hawaii we’re talkin’ over here! Mostly he worked. I photographed. But we did manage to have one day to go out together and do some shootin’ around and…

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Swimming for Sunset in Hawaii

I’m in Hawaii for a few days. My hubs had to come over for work, so who was I to let him go alone? 😀 My only problem with going somewhere for only a few days is the anxiety of trying to fit too much into too little time! But I’m doing my best to…

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Point Lobos After All These Years

I’ve wanted to visit Point Lobos, California ever since I was in my 20’s, studying photography and falling in love with Edward Weston and, to some extent, Ansel Adam’s black and white masterpieces of this area from the 1930’s. Their moody, monochromatic images from this oasis have teased my mind for many, many years. I…

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Graffiti Art and The Transcontinental Railroad

There are abandoned train tunnels in Truckee. You used to be able to drive through them, but they got tired of towing folks outta there that didn’t belong there in the first place, so now you can only walk. Or ride a bike. But it’s really, really cool. If you’re by yourself, it’s kinda spooky……

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River of Rainbows

One evening, I was lucky enough to be driving through the mountains on my way home when the photo I posted here happened. But that’s not what caused me to careen off the freeway onto the nearest off-ramp just a bit earlier,  eyes glued to the sky and scamper off into the rocks with thongs…

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