1. The truth lies there.. in black lettering... it has been almost 2 months since I posted a blog entry, this is a bit more difficult than I thought it would be. My apologies- things have been a whirlwind of adventure and busyness since I got back to the USA.. I plan to continue the blog with some outtakes from Melbourne, as well as catching up to my projects for the present day.


    And now... we will go back in time for a bit!


    I couldn’t wait to get back to Australia.. I was literally on a countdown from the day that I arrived in New Zealand- I constantly heard my own patronizing voice in my head saying “this is my punishment for leaving Australia” which surprised me because I always say that to myself when I go to neighbouring cities outside of NY and everything is suddenly completely unavailable and starkly different… I always say “this is why people never leave NY” (Slight Sex and the City reference there, that I now totally get)

    So, I felt a bit torn- I was thrilled to be getting back to what felt like my “home” albeit adopted home- where everything was familiar, comfortable, reachable, able, possible, and where my brain was able to finally do the math for the currency conversions… then there was that part of me that constantly lives in the future- planning for something I knew was looming ahead of me with a date attached to it… September 8…. Doomsday… my brain defaulted to putting it aside and enjoying the last part of my trip…but all the while knowing that the sooner it crept to September- the sooner I would have to fulfill the other end of my airline ticket- and return back to the USA to Los Angeles. HOW? How could that be possible? How could I leave this place? It was not only ridiculous, it was impossible… I seriously considered for some time- getting a job, and just.. well… staying.. because when I am traveling and enjoying myself- I am content to live out of a bag- and the thought of all of the other clothes that I didn’t bring with me, I didn’t miss, all of the things I spend my time collecting, it turns out I don’t need but I ENJOY having, the boxes full of papers, hairclips, pennies, and fortunes from fortune cookies- somehow seem not only irrelevant, they are completely unnecessary. Big inhale of breath! Time to live in the present and enjoy myself….

    At the end of my New Zealand tour- with no Ipod, no functioning laptop, and a BEAUTIFUL taste in my mouth from the last person I ended up staying with in Auckland- probably the nicest person I’ve ever met- an osteopathy student originally from England studying in NZ because NZ is sorely lacking people in the medical field and pays them extremely handsomely (there goes another failed attempt at having a niche in the right market… I’ll get it right one day ;) Auckland was a bizarre and underwhelming city to me- fair enough I was only there for a few days- mainly to catch my flight back to my beloved Melbourne- I have never been so thrilled to see an airport before! But, Auckland- along with its bad reputation seemed to live up to its name… I couldn’t find anything authentic about it- I couldn’t even place what it reminded me of? Seattle mixed with ? At any rate, I couldn’t say that Auckland treated me badly, in fact, my stay was so nice that I would go back just to see my new friends.

    Upon arrival in Melbourne.. I breathed a big sigh of relief…I was home! Although I had only been to Tullamarine airport a few times, it felt like this was the airport that I was always leaving from- as though I was born here, and just going through the motions of traveling- its surprising to me that I can acclimate to almost anywhere so quickly- I wonder if that is part of being open to- and trying to fully experience the culture and people of the country I am visiting- or whether it was easier on me because Australians speak English?

    I spent the last few weeks running around with some of the most thoughtful new friends I could have hoped to ever find.. from the funky graffiti, hip coffee shop and book store lined streets of Brunswick to the quiet Northern suburbs of Northcote and Reservoir, to the extremely relevant and ever changing St. Kilda, I then ended my remarkable trip with 2 of the kindest people on Earth- seriously. If there was a contest, they WIN on every level.. I met Tina and Chris on my birthday- after they drove an HOUR to come pick me up since I was sick and planning to spend it alone- they took me out to the hidden boutique bars in Chinatown- and we shared some delicious Greek food afterwards—when I saw them arrive dressed all in black and driving a gorgeous, fast black car with tinted windows, wide awake and ready to talk all night, I felt an instant connection to these two extremely open-hearted people, and today, I feel like they are some of my closest friends. Tina is a genius web designer, philosopher, friend, and all around- incredible woman… these people … it is difficult to find words that can possibly express how profoundly genuine and deep they are. I count myself absolutely insanely lucky to have them in my life, and to remain in touch with them weekly.

    Tina's husband Chris is absolutely her equal- I spend a lot of my time observing people and their behaviours, their relationships... To be around Tina and Chris is sort of a miracle in and of itself because of how incredible they are individually, but when you see and experience them together, you see a couple that not only loves and respects each other, but they really LIKE each other, too. They way that they adore each other is refreshing and invigorating to be around- they are best friends and lovers, and their respect for each other is out of this world- I felt privileged to witness their relationship and to be invited into their gorgeous home in the suburbs of Melbourne and the glorious Mornington Peninsula near Frankston. As fellow night owls, we united- we laughed so much we nearly peed ourselves, we shared food, ran around shopping malls, watched and judged tv shows, watched AFL, visited the Mornington Peninsula, did an impromptu food photoshoot in their kitchen, and just enjoyed each others company. The part that I am still having a hard time wrapping my head around is that… after staying with them for nearly 2 weeks in which I felt I way overstayed my welcome, they treated me to EVERYTHING!!

    AND…this part I still cannot wrap my head around.. they drove me to the airport (over an hour from their home) we all slept very late, after 1-2 am … and my flight was at 9 or 10 am… so after getting little to no sleep, they both awoke, happy to drive me to the airport, loaded my luggage for me, and not only STAYED with me, but when I found out my flight was delayed, they had breakfast with me as we tried to waste the time in the airport stores…. Um, what??????? They also kept thinking of clever ways to stop my plane so that I wouldn’t have to leave… I thought for certain I would spend the entire trip home crying- sobbing uncontrollably, because I just didn’t want to come home… luckily, I didn’t… I decided to drown myself in watching as many current movies as I could cram into 14 hours and until my heavy eyelids won.

    There’s something that rings inside of me whenever I think of Tina and Chris… their generosity and kindness I still cannot seem to fathom- but I am grateful everyday that the connection through humanity still exists- even if I had to travel 10,355 miles to see it- I have been forever changed by this trip to Australia, and I hope that every single time I go back, I will feel it all over again.




    My first AFL game @ Etihad Stadium. I cannot believe the Aussies got my attention for sports- the ONLY sport on Earth I can tolerate :)




    My friend and world traveler Paul walking down the funky alleyways of Brunswick




    Hahaha, I couldn't resist taking this photo!




    This was one of the coolest places I have EVER been to- the most authentic and original chocolate shop/cafe. Delectable beyond words- Coco LOCO beats EVERY other chocolate shop on EARTH!



    AHA! That's where Carlisle Cullen lives :)



    Luna Park in St. Kilda




    Luna Park :)



    An old tram @ Luna Park in St. Kilda- apparently you can hire this for parties, haha! :)




    Couldn't resist the composition, complementary colours, and the general sign hilarity of this ;)





    Cornholio! This corn was fresh and delectable.. yummmmmmmm!




    I love selective focus :)




    This is what happens when creative people are up at night, feeling hungry ;)




    If you look closely in the spoon, you will see all 3 of us who don't like to be photographed :)





    Thene and Christian's creative minds made this delicious creation :)



    Looking out at the beauty of Melbourne/Mornington




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    The GLORY of Mornington Peninsula (right, Tina?)
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  2. 7 August-20 August

    (to add insult to injury of my difficult time in New Zealand- I lost the use of 2 of the most important pieces of equipment I brought with me and my lifelines! My Powerbook G4 laptop CRASHED, and then I accidentally washed my Ipod shuffle. The headphones survived, but the Ipod never came back :( WHAT does the Southern Hemisphere have against Apple products? I always have some disaster there with my Apple products!)

    Be diplomatic…be diplomatic…be fair… don’t say hate…say that I prefer Australia to New Zealand...

    There’s a part of my brain that is perhaps larger than the other sections.It is constantly buzzing- it wakes me up as soon as I lay down to sleep to check just one more thing on the internet, it drives me when the thrill of going to a new place enters into the other parts of my brain….and it is entitled “Planning”, being a woman, a photographer, a student for 10 years, and an artist- I think I have planning down to a science. If one thing doesn’t work out- my brain instantly defaults to another solution, another answer, there’s always another way! And for the overactive, a.d.d. mind of mine- it is essential that I keep myself occupied with several things at once so that I don’t implode. Planning is twofold, really:

    1) It allows me to not implode

    2) It alleviates the wanderlust overthinker that I am…

    Ahhh planning....how I didn't realise what a serious relationship I have with you! It is something that I enjoy- it helps me look thoughtfully towards the future, it is an essential part of being my own business- and a freelance photographer, and for someone who travels it is also an unquestionable necessity of my life… as I get older, I have learned to trust my intuition more and more- go with my gut instincts more often instead of less often so that when something turns out the way I felt that it would- I won't have to kick myself for not having listened to myself in the first place! Carpe Diem, right? Seize the day all the while making sound decisions of course ;)

    Ok, decision made! I would start trusting myself and making decisions that I feel are strongly influenced by my intuition.. now having said all of that- I don’t know exactly what happened to me when I decided to hop over to New Zealand. I had spoken with enough people who had: been there, lived there, were born there and then moved to Australia, or just visited extensively… as I often do when I am trying to educate myself about something- I poll everyone, I ask a lot of questions, I am used to researching… but this time I was completely taken astray… I did not research and so the cardinal sin in my book was committed- I wasted almost 2 weeks of my time in a country that I did not even know was 2 islands separated by water- and the chaos ensues on my journey into Middle Earth.

    I should have known. From the first moment in the Sydney airport when I was patiently waiting my turn in line, I should have known. I should have stayed in Australia. It was early morning for me- and I didn’t sleep much the night before. There are not many as many flights between Australia and New Zealand as one would think- and most especially from Sydney to Christchurch which actually flies quite often- I should have trusted my instincts, and yet, for some reason, the artist, the wanderlust, the stubborn Taurus moon side of me refused to give in. I got to the counter of Emirates airlines in Sydney, Australia, bleary eyed and exhausted, but ready for a new adventure—the man at the window looked at my creased black and white printout of my itinerary, looked at my passport, and gave me a bit of a frown.
    Him:“When are you returning to Australia, ma’am?”
    Me: “I don’t know, I only bought a one-way ticket.”
    Him: “Oh, you cannot leave the country. New Zealand will not allow you in unless you have a return ticket.”
    Me: (slightly thunderstruck) um, what? I cannot leave the country?!
    Him: No, you must purchase a return ticket in order to enter the country.
    Me: So, can I do that now?
    Him: Yes, you can do it at any window, or you may purchase it online- but you will need to print out a confirmation number so that you have something to show New Zealand customs.
    Me: (to myself, you have GOT to be kidding me.) Ok, thanks for telling me.

    To myself: DAMN IT! Whaaat the hell ! I had so much fun in Sydney- maybe I can call my new friend Amy who said she didn’t want me to leave? Could I? I have her phone number in my moleskin journal… but.. f*ck its so early- I don’t know if she is up for work yet…. On the other hand….I want to go to New Zealand! What a crime to be so close and not see it, and I need some more diverse shots- I really want to see the land and the sheep, and learn about the country. Alright- let me go see how much another one way ticket will be….

    I arrive at one of the counters of the mere 3 airlines that fly to New Zealand with extremely limited flying times/availability. Not surprisingly, Air New Zealand is the counter I find myself at and greeted by an extremely friendly lady told me a one way ticket will be $400… is she serious? Do I perhaps have the look of someone with an indisposable income? Ok, my option now was to go back and talk to Emirates, but they told me it was about the same cost- maybe Qantas could save the day (Qantas is one of the best airlines around, I flew with them about 6 times now and have been exceptionally pleased each time) She was much more helpful:“if you cannot make it today, you can extend your ticket for another date in the future if you wish.” That was nice to know that I had options,so I ran to the free internet kiosk provided by Optus mobile. I jumped online and looked frantically at lastminute.com.au and Qantas.com- lastminute.com had a return flight for about $200! Success! I was going to New Zealand- the government would NOT stand in my way. (all those with authority issues, say I!) I !!!!!

    I quickly confirmed my purchase- and then realised that my bank account would be overdrawn if a check I wrote would clear at the same time- I worked that out- and then ran over to the ticketing to get the bag tags- oh. They needed the printout of my ticket- damn! I went to not 1, not 2, but 3 different Qantas counters in order to get my printed itinerary fit for the New Zealand government and customs people. I barely made it through- but I did it! I was on my way to Middle Earth- and nobody- especially not the government would stop me! I sort of wish I had just rolled over, and given up, I wish I could have used my intuition at those early hours to peer into my future of frustration, wasted time and money, and confiscation of my recent purchase in Australia.. that, I am still sore about- and will complain about in depth in one moment. ☺

    So, I find myself on this airline I have never flown before. Emirates made me feel like a STAR. High class accommodations even for those of us in coach- big, comfortable, beige leather seats, a TV for each seat, they served us brunch though it was only a 3 hour flight from Sydney to Christchurch; so in I settled into my roomy, comfortable seat with my complimentary headphones and crammed in the new Star Trek movie into the flight. New Zealand! Middle Earth from the plane was stunning- almost beyond words- the photos that I snapped with my little point and shoot camera were out of this world. The snow capped mountains were literally breathtaking. I felt hopeful- and for being such a city girl- it always interests me that I have a strong connection to being in nature (mainly due to the fact that I was born in the natural splendor of the Pacific Northwest Seattle)- when I don’t enjoy nor do any nature type activities like hiking, camping, swimming, or other selected water sports- for me- its mainly just BEING in nature and exploring on foot (reasonably so that my bad ankle doesn’t worsen) and shooting.I like to be on my own schedule and timing without any tourguides influencing my experience or telling me what to feel at what time.

    We landed in Christchurch and I had to go through the exhaustive customs and security checks—did I have any fresh fruit, nuts? Have I been on a farm recently? Was there dirt on my shoes from being in the outback of Austalia? Yea, there actually was dirt, and when I was in Mudgee with Amanda we got clear quartz crystals straight out of the Earth. DAMN IT. Remain calm, and claim or throw away. Little did I know that my honesty was to work against me in just a few moments. A friendly woman with plastic gloves on greeted me and asked if I had any food. Ever the honest tell-tale heart with a near inability to lie, I cheerfully say, “yes! I have saffron and honey." Her heart skips a beat. “HONEY?” Uh, (was that the wrong answer? I was just being honest) and I didn’t want to endure the wrath of the “Claim it or INSTANT $200 fine”. I showed her my honey naively thinking that since it was from Australia, it would be allowed in- its not as if I have hidden explosives or an American disease I decided to bring over to ruin the delicate ecosystem of New Zealand. WRONG ANSWER. Honey is the first and foremost thing that they will not allow in the country. Blast it all ! She truly does apologise and says I cannot take the honey in- and I am instantly livid. I paid $7 for honey that I only tasted with a stick, and now they are taking it! WHY didn’t I just leave it in Australia with my new friends? Why didn’t I lie? Do they have honey detectors??? Would I have been imprisoned for bringing honey into the country? SIGH. I complained a bit, and she apologised again while she took my boots and clear quartz to be inspected for the dirt they carried. The dirt was FIIIIIIIIINE. But, I still mourn the loss of my honey- I may even write a letter to New Zealand just to make myself feel better- one thing my mum instilled in me was to never waste- that’s one of the cardinal sins in my book- and while I would like to think they BURN it to destroy it, I was HOPING that somewhere in a customs back room, they were having a honey confiscation party with my beloved natural,only touched once honey from Mudgee.


    Still fussed about the ordeal that it was to get through security and customs, I remained eager to see the lansdscape of New Zealand from the worm’s eye view- I arrived at the airport and found… silence. Living in New York City affords you a very interesting characteristic- you tune out noise, but you still have a need to hear it. Sirens blaring, alarms going off, traffic, honking, yelling, music, loud trucks hitting bumps in the road, the occasional dog bark, screeching of trains, stopping of local buses, and sometimes your neighbours chatting as though they were inside your own apartment. Now that all of those sounds were no longer part of my regular day- I adopted the new sounds of Melbourne since I had stayed there the longest amount of time- the sound that chirps when its time to cross the street, the trams stopping and going, and the sound of the tram doors opening, a hush of traffic, people talking… on a smaller scale, Melbourne was still a major metropolitan city complete with the sounds of a hustling and bustling bonafide city.

    Admittedly, the silence is slightly unnerving to me- it means in a way that not much is happening- and with my overactive mind- I get bored EXTREMELY easily. I always say that I need to be overstimulated all the time or I die. It’s sort of true. New Zealand was going to be… a challenge. But, I was ready. I went off to the bus, and found my way around fairly easily. What was I doing exactly? Oh yes, shooting! Ok, well, let me begin my research.

    I found myself in the calm and hippie-like spirit of Christchurch. I had no idea that there were so many barefoot, dreadlocked people in New Zealand- where was my research knowledge? Why had I completely dropped the ball with this trip? I suppose the “no worries” lifestyle seeped into my veins and into the “planning” part of my brain. My trip back to Australia was already planned down to the last day I would be there and head back to the USA, however, the momentary blip for visiting and shooting in New Zealand continued on… and I struggled the entire 2 weeks I was there. I ended each day wondering “what did I accomplish today? NOTHING!!” “what did I shoot today? Not much?!”

    I continued on- ever determined to not give up… transportation then became an issue to add to my increasing anxiety of wasting time and lack of accomplishment.The only way I could get around was by bus which ran on extremely limited services due to the winter time. Where was my 24 hour convenience of NYC? I am not an outdoor sports activity type of person… I don’t camp, I don’t fish, I don’t hike… in order to see more landscape, it would have behooved me to drive around...yet…my brain would literally not allow for me to drive on the left side of the road despite becoming accustomed to it a bit more, The Lord of the Rings tour was cheesy and undoubtedly a tourist trap, what else could I shoot? I was told that I MUST go to Milford Sound in the Fiordland National Park, its one of the rare untouched natural parks/habitats left on the planet… that should be photo worthy right? That was my new goal.. to get to Milford Sound if I did nothing else in New Zealand… now… I can just take a bus and be there in a few hours, right? WRONG!!! From one of the the furthest city South- Queenstown, it still took 10 hours of traveling total to get to the Sound! Now, where am I?! 3-5 hours away from Queenstown by bus... argh!

    I eventually made it- and because I was determined to make SOMETHING of my time- I ended up frantically checking into backpacker’s hostels in Queenstown a few times, all the while attempting to find anything nearby that I could shoot to make my trip feel worthy. I even had one of their world famous burgers at Fergburger- (admittedly a clever and delicious little hamburger joint in Queenstown) I didn’t however even get ONE photo of a sheep because the majority of my time was spent on buses traveling between cities.. I didn’t have a chance to eat lamb ( I know, when in Rome, but I didn’t have enough time!) I eventually made it to Doubtful Sound- it was an all day affair with more traveling than actual exploration of the area- and I am still hoping it was worth it- we did have a few strikes of luck in that on my tour we saw dolphins,penguins, and seals which are not always present for the tours.

    The tour… was definitely worth it- worth the entire trip to New Zealand? I cannot tell a lie and say that it was… but, I have to say, that I always tell myself “I love being uncomfortable” and not in the sense of enjoying the feeling, but because it makes me step outside myself, to learn and grow. I struggled from the next to nothing activities available in Christchurch to the incredible distance between cities on even one of the islands.I made my way through Queenstown, Wanaka (where they apparently have a movie theatre with couches instead of seats and at intermission they serve you freshly baked cookies!), Manapouri, back to Christchurch and then flew to Auckland to get back to Australia.

    It was not necessarily all in vain… the people, were absolutely the friendliest in the world- and I was extremely surprised, to this day cannot believe that they hitchhike as one of their main and accepted forms of transportation! I must have asked about 20 different people if they hitch, and if its safe… because in America, you hitch hike and you die! You end up on the evening news as missing or dead! It made me stop to think that I was behaving as though I was raised in a country of paranoid thieves and killers! (was that true? If even partially true? That America makes me not trust people? I can wax philosophic on that easily.. but I will end this extremely long entry soon) ☺

    The sting of my confiscated honey was a hard one to bury throughout my time in New Zealand (and apparently up until today), the incredible expense I endured to get around to places without knowing where I was, and not truly accomplishing as much shooting as I would have liked- I basically wasted 2 weeks of time, only accomplishing shooting some absolutely majestic snow on mountains and traveling to Doubtful Sound (not a very encouraging name of a destination, eh?) but one of the most breathtaking- honestly- one of the few untouched places left in the world- it was magnificent, and I can’t say it was worth all the time, effort, and struggle, but perhaps if my photos sell as stock, I will change my mind. Despite the struggle, not realising I would have to FLY to Auckland- and freaking out every single day about how I was to get from the furthest Southern point on the South Island to Auckland in time to make it back to Melbourne- I found some outstanding new friends in New Zealand whose warmth and hospitality still rings in my memory every time I think about it. So, I suppose, that though I was given exactly what I wanted- to learn, grow, and be uncomfortable- I learned the geography of New Zealand, I learned that in order to visit- I might need to rob a bank to survive, and that there’s water separating the 2 islands… I can’t say that I am fondly looking back on my time there- but- perhaps a picture is worth 1,000 words afterall.. I’ll let you be the judge..but, I still want my honey back.







    Goodbye to my beloved Australia- I can see the shape of the country from this airplane shot ;)

    The view from the plane- still stuns me!


    Purple :)


    Pink fleurs


    Gorgeous! Abundant plant life and flowers flourishing in the middle of the Winter, even!


    Centre of Christchurch


    Cool art museum in Christchurch


    This helps for those of us that fail at history like I do, interesting how much the Maori culture is still relevant in the culture of New Zealand. I was told they even teach the Maori language in schools, still !


    It turns out.. that I like old cars :)


    This made me think it was part of a cottage from a fairytale :)


    Native statue


    I love the architecture of NZ, its completely different from Australia- and well here's some more English influence- I love the red telephone booths!!!


    Not a sign you see everyday ;)


    Hahahaha, I have no idea what these were there for- but some robots/transformers made out of cardboard boxes were randomly on a main street in Christchurch.


    Tower in Lyttleton


    Lyttleton


    Forgive the dorky artist I am, I thought this was a cool image of raindrops on a clothes drying rack ;)


    I like random things like this ;) In the middle of nature, too


    Lake Tekapo


    Doubtful Sound




    A rarity- we got to see the seals :) Reminds me of Pier 39 in SF, albeit with a different backdrop ;)




    Gorgeous close up of rock


    Native bird (forgot its name) was happily eating banana chips, haha! :)



    More of Doubtful Sound- untouched



    Goodbye Doubtful Sound
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  3. 31 July – August 2

    You know how there some friends in life that are your confidantes? The people who you call when something goes wrong- or if something goes right…who you know will be there if you just need to vent, the people who make your day brighter with small things, who know your birthday without the reminder from facebook, the people who know what sorts of things you eat for dinner, and are genuinely concerned with you if all you can think about is a strange or interesting piece of mail? I cherish those friendships- and I adore the friendships that are instant and immediate-where you feel like you have known each other for years instead of just a few hours? Well, one of my dearest friends on Earth, Carly, had this sort of connection with a friend here in Sydney, Amanda. And, when I met Amanda, we also had this instant connection- what a gift, and in the wise words of another dear friend whom I have connected with in Australia, Thene “There is something to be said about connecting with people - it's really a - not so much a miracle but perhaps a blessing of life and being alive.” I couldn’t have said it better Thene ☺ I think that is both of those things- a miracle in a sense and a blessing of life and being alive. I am still taken aback by all the kindness and open hearts and minds that exist here- nothing seems to be troubling to people, they help you without the intention of receiving recognition and without the satisfaction or praise for helping… I had only chatted with Amanda online for most of this year, and when she picked me up from the train station with a big smile on her face and greeted me with a hug, I knew that we would get on very well.

    Before I arrived in Sydney, Amanda offered to take me along on a roadtrip to the countryside of Sydney and a place very dear to her heart where she spent many years growing up- Mudgee. Mudgee, a small suburb of Sydney known for its wine and its honey, reminds me in a way of Stanley, although a bit more populated than Stanley, the charms of the countryside were abundant. The reason for the trip was to attend a 60th surprise birthday party planned for her uncle, and I was beyond flattered to not only have just met her and be welcomed into her home and her life, (though I felt like I knew her for years from chatting so much) but to go along to a personal function, such as a celebration as this with 75 members of her amazing family, I was truly at a loss for words. Amanda, is probably the most easygoing mum I have ever met- and after having a 15 yr old, an 11 yr old, and a 3 yr old and she is at the mere age 30, she is truly a gift of a friend and a remarkable human being. I also found out quickly that Amanda was a bit of a celebrity in Sydney- I was surprised as we sat at the McDonald’s drive thru for breakfast that they knew her by name. I sheepishly asked her, "um, how do they know your name?!" She happened to be picked to be on a television show whose premise was to search for Australias’s top psychic. It was called “The One” and I was extremely impressed that she was selected to be one of the contestants. After a few minutes of chatting with her, though, it was evident that she was someone extremely special. We chatted until the wee hours of the night and I must have cried about a dozen times after hearing all of her life stories- I encouraged her to write a book and thanked her for not judging me for being too sensitive upon our first meeting ;)☺ We headed to bed around 2 or 3 a.m. and as I was sleeping in her eldest son’s room- I looked up at the ceiling and saw the glow in the dark stars I once had in my own room at age 15, and smiled as I fell asleep.

    The trip to Mudgee began early on Saturday morning, and off we went! Myself, Amanda, her 11 year old daughter Alannah, and her now 3 year old son Ajay, were in tow. With the Twilight soundtrack repeating on the CD player and a few stops for photos at abandoned train stations, we made good time through the splendor of the Blue Mountains and along through a huge apple town called Bilpin, the signs for housemade fresh pies and fruits and vegetables were entirely too tempting, but, we had a party to attend! Chit-chatting the entire way with a wonderful soundtrack and clear road ahead of us, we saw an enormous amount of roadkill. This is why I was referencing dead roos in my previous blog- I didn’t count, but we saw more dead kangaroos than any other animal.. there were also some foxes, some wombats, and other assorted Aussie animals- the occasional cat, etc. Apparently, these animals are not endangered, and it is actually quite dangerous to hit a kangaroo because they are a massive and muscular animal, it does a lot of damage to your car as well as kill them ☹

    On a happier note..we arrived in the early evening from an extremely painless roadtrip (for myself anyway) I may actually change my mind about roadtrips- I generally hate them, and not all travel companions are created equally, but, the 4 of us did beautifully on the @5-6 hour trek North to Mudgee. We arrived at the hotel, and immediately I was introduced to about 5 of Amanda’s family members. I am generally very good with names and faces, but, when I meet several people at once, I tend to forget- but I was also immediately whisked away with 2 of Amanda’s aunties to go wine tasting. I wasn’t sure if the tasting would be free, so I shied away a bit until I realised it WAS free, and then it was over. We had about 7 glasses- (just tastings) and I was satisfied for the rest of the evening. Australian wine has always been among my favourites, and it was a treat to experience it firsthand and even organic wines, too !

    We got some lunch and settled in- chatting with the family explaining what I was doing there and talking about my camera and my photography. You know- I picked a career that I love and that I enjoy, but, its always nice to know that no matter who I meet, when I tell them what I do- it is so well received, and a topic of conversation for hours potentially. After a few hours, we were off to the surprise party. Upon arrival, I thought for certain there were too many table settings- and then after about an hour, every single seat had been taken! There were at least 75 people at this birthday party- what a huge family! I feel like it was yet again another miracle to meet a friend that I connected with on many levels- and within 24 hours was meeting part of her family. The party was truly fantastic- with toasts, excellent food, and plenty of cake and balloons to keep the children occupied. After we headed back to the hotel- filled with warmth and love- we watched a special on TV about Michael Jackson (whom I still cannot believe has died).

    The next morning- we headed over to Amanda's uncle Kevin’s house for breakfast. He announced at the party last night that he and his wife would be glad to have everyone over for breakfast. You can just tell- that he was a business man- he and his wife used to run a hotel- and this was absolutely a serious breakfast affair. There were probably about 30-50 people at any given time rotating between the inside and the backyard where there was a grill going to pick up your preferred protein- sausage, bacon, or ham, and toasters with butter and Vegemite waiting happily to be used. Inside was the egg station- fried, poached? How would you like yours? The amount of love present for this beloved family member was palpable and I was incredibly honoured to be a part of this special event.

    We said our goodbyes and “Happy Birthday” wishes and headed on our way to do some honey tasting! Mudgee is known for its wine and its honey- so after sampling every single type of honey you can imagine- including honey with LAVENDER (which was scrumptious) I decided to get one jar, and in a moment- we were on our way back to Sydney.

    Jamming to the same music we drove up with, and chatting a bit more- we were soaking in the last of the gorgeous countryside—we wanted to stop at a brilliant abandoned railroad track to take some photos- and en route- we were coming up very quickly to this small moving object. AN ANIMAL!!! Amanda was powering through the roads at about 120 km/hr so thankfully she had a good eye to spot the movement and was able to slow down in time. She screamed in delight, “ECHIDNA!!” and the grin on my face spread from ear to ear. I recall seeing an Echidna in the Taronga Zoo in Sydney 4 years ago, and adored how they were the Australian version of a porcupine. We pulled over, and marveled at seeing this creature up close- I snapped some photos, and Amanda’s uncle lovingly gathered the Echidna up into a towel and put him on the other side of the road to safety. We followed him to make sure he was ok- and he angrily dug himself into a hole to camouflage...at least we didn’t add to the astounding number of roadkill.

    Arriving back in Sydney, we had some dinner and headed to bed- in my whirlwind weekend to the countryside, I felt this sense of belonging, and the natural wonder of the Earth resting happily in my memories.


    They really are blue- Blue Mountains :)


    Gorgeous trees of the countryside of Australia- I miss these trees!


    Awesome old church en route to Mudgee- I think I will always love the contrast of yellow and blue


    Abandoned Train Station- what an awesome location to shoot!



    Train tracks and abandoned train station


    Amanda just waiting for her train :) (she might be waiting for a while, lol)



    Inside Abandoned Train Station #1


    Capertee! Abandoned Train Station #2


    Gnarly close up of a tree


    Why did the Echidna cross the road?





    Echidna close up!



    Amanda's hilarious "Uncle from hell" desperately wanted a photo of strangling her on the train tracks- you will always have a laugh around this guy :)



    Moon in the night sky
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  4. 28 July- 6 August

    Sydney, the largest city in Australia, is unquestionable… no joke.. it is….MASSIVE.


    I am not certain if my brain is running out of hard drive, or if things are different when you visit them a second time after several years, however, I do not recall this city being quite this expansive. I suppose because I have more time, I am realising how little I saw of Australia the first time I was here. After my trip concluded in Stanley and Victoria- I went back to Melbourne for a few short days before heading over to the airport and awaiting my one-way flight to Sydney. I thought I knew what to expect, but, I didn’t actually realise the sheer size of the city. I had a few hours to spare while waiting for my first flight upon Virgin Blue (which was quite comfortable, excellent airline), so,
    I reverted back to a very generous birthday gift (THANK YOU BEN!!!), this was a highly coveted DVD set I’d been admiring and dreaming of for a long time.. it was finally mine… Planet Earth (those Brits and their talent, I tell you)

    The flight to Sydney was a mere 50 minutes- apparently the wind was blowing in a favourable direction, so instead of an hour and 15 minutes, which is still an unbelievably reasonable flight, I blinked, and there I was! The 7 dead bodies in my suitcase are starting to annoy me. Was it necessary to bring that many clothes? Its interesting now that I am on the last leg of my trip, I am running out of patience for my insanely heavy luggage. Fair enough, it is winter here, and I truly have been using, layering, and wearing all of my clothing (and the things I brought or accumulated with me are en route to my parents house via a box on a boat) NOTE TO SELF: NEXT TIME YOU TRAVEL, DON’T JUST SAY YOU WILL TRAVEL LIGHT, DO IT! I have been doing laundry almost every week, anyway, next time, I vow to not bring such a heavy bag, no matter if I will be gone for a few months or for an entire year, 3 outfits max, that’s the rule… who will hold me to it?

    Arrival in Sydney felt a lot like arriving in Los Angeles, and the similarities between the 2 cities are numerous- although, Sydney is a great deal more interesting and diverse than LA in my opinion. (sorry native Angelinos) The first few days, I was staying a bit outside of the city, and had to spend those few days editing my photos from The Stanley, but, once I got into town, it became familiar again and was pure magnificence. It can’t be denied that Sydney has a certain je ne sais quoi, a certain appeal despite some of the most iconic and fascinating areas being the most populated with tourists (and we all know how I feel about touristy things) I was staying in an extremely funky part of the city proper called Newtown. It echoed several different parts of California to me- a bit of San Francisco with its coloured, aging buildings closely settled next to each other, as well as a bit of Venice Beach in its eclectic, multi-faceted culture and locals,a bit of LA proper with its traffic, and confusing roadways being blocked by road work or just too many people in one place. (thank god for GPS!) There were several cafes on every corner, even more antique shops, cuisine ranging from Nepalese, to Thai, to even worthy tasting Mexican food (good on you, Sydney!)

    Several times while in Newtown, I ventured to the ultimate touristy spot in an attempt to get a new image for my e-promo. I wanted to use my shot of the scallops from The Stanley and needed a boat/water image to pair with it… and so off to Circular Quay- the hub of ferries and home of The Harbour Bridge and Opera House, I went.

    What is it about architecure and lights that are fascinating? I am not sure, but, seeing the Opera House is THRILLING. I snapped several photos, trying to think of a unique angle, or something that hasn’t been done a billion times before, at any rate, it always makes my heart beat a little bit faster when I am standing before a famous icon, most especially one to do with the beloved arts. I STILL have not seen the inside of the Opera House- I mean my sister and I went in briefly the last time I was here, but, we did not get a tour(and this is a tour I actually WANT TO DO!) Its alright because I know I will be coming back again ; )

    My brain was working on double overtime trying to get a unique water, boat shot for my new promo- and though I tried half the day, I didn’t capture it until I was on the ferry to Manly for Thursday nights at a pub with some new friends and most especially because I was told that Thursday nights had a magician! Seriously. A real magician ☺

    Admittedly, it took me almost the entire 2 weeks in Sydney to find an affinity for it. I am fairly quick to feel the energy of a place, of a person, of a town, and when I arrived- things were so starkly different from Melbourne and insanely more expensive, I felt strongly for several days that I didn’t like Sydney. As time went on, and the more people I met and connected with (including the clever and adorable MAGICIAN) the different sides of Sydney that I experienced, I have found a soft spot in my heart for this metropolis of Oz. I have continually been to parts of Australia that many locals haven’t heard of, and ended up with some friendships that I will keep for a lifetime. Having visited Sydney, Davidson, French’s Forest, Manly, Newtown, Campbelltown, Eschol Park and Mudgee, I have felt the true Aussie experience resonating within me causing an even deeper love and appreciation for this land both city and countryside. ;)


    This is why Sydney reminds me of SF!

    My fave wall in Sydney


    Cool Cafe of many along the streets of Newtown

    This is practically straight out of Venice, CA!

    Hahaha, I love the signs in Australia- isn't that kind of them to tell you which way to look before crossing the street?


    Mystery bird.. does anyone know what kind it is?

    On the way to the Opera House, Harbour Bridge to the left, beautiful sunny day as though it were the summer!


    Darling Harbour

    En route to the Opera House



    Opera House part 2

    Ha, these guys were actually entertaining, and loved being in photos- I imagine if I lived here, though, they would be annoying like the people in the subway stations in NYC or the people @ 3rd Street Promenade in LA


    View from the ferry




    Welcome to Manly

    I just couldn't resist snapping this photo ;)

    Cool water shot





    Jules- my main magician man- his wallet was always on fire, lol !


    Sydney at night
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  5. … was the response of Saffron Michael upon showing him the macro shot I took of one of his Alpacas, Bella… (The Twilight references never stop around here!) Bob and Bella are the Alpacas he purchased to keep his land fox-free , and I have to admit, being up close to Alpacas was quite entertaining. (btw ripper= Aussie for fantastic)

    Michael is another laidback, genuinely amiable, and generous Aussie I met during my visit. He is also the only local grower of Saffron in Stanley, hence the name Saffron Michael, who is a regular to The Stanley Pub. This is part 2 of my Stanley adventure, mainly because in the 4 short days I was there, I truly did have a full shooting experience- from the Pub/Bistro/Accommodation to the stunning and silent countryside of Northeast Victoria. It was here that I saw my first official kangaroo of the trip (ALIVE) while truffling for mushrooms like a pig, with Head Chef Richard, I heard a rustling of leaves.. looked up and saw a kangaroo fidgeting around in the trees, then hopped away promptly upon view of us.. that was the first kangaroo of my trip, and that was the beginning of the wuzzle effect- for those of you who are American… and can remember… stretch back with me to your early childhood Saturday morning cartoons- Are you there? Ok. Perhaps it was afternoon cartoons as well- I cannot recall at present- but having grown up watching an insane amount of cartoons on television- (what did we do as kids, JUST watch tv?! Because you know we have all seen the same cartoons- the same episodes- which is frightening to attempt to calculate just how many hours we have watched collectively) So, on one of the most bizarre cartoons possibly, EVER, was the Smurfs- and there was one episode where there were these fuzzy little creatures called wuzzles- I cannot recall exactly where they came from or what the premise was but, I do recall they were furry, round animals shaped like a ball, light pink in colour, and when they hiccupped- they multiplied- thus leaving an overflowing amount of wuzzles in the Smurfs village.. this is how I felt about my kangaroo watch. I began by only seeing a single one- then suddenly, they were appearing in DROVES. I mean, I happened to catch sight of what I thought was 1-3 kangaroos together- and they somehow camouflaged themselves to appear like the trees—as we got closer to them, they hopped away and at one point, I tried to count how many were simultaneously hopping away into the depths of the forest- even with my quick eye, I could only count 15, but I know there were more! Feeling a bit blue about not seeing any kangaroos in all my time in Australia quickly ended with that day. I got my wish- from that day on, I must have seen about 50+ kangaroos, and I did not capture a photo of any of them (alive! ☹ ) however, it was thrilling each and every time. I suppose living in New York City, and having grown up between Seattle and LA- I don’t typically see many exotic animals- nor do I see animals that stand on two legs- granted, there are several gorillas and related primates that I have seen at zoos and in Las Vegas- however, there’s something unique about seeing kangaroos (and their close cousin ? The Wallaby)

    The reason I keep referencing live kangaroos, or roos as they are known to the locals, is because on the following week I would take a roadtrip to the countryside of Sydney and would have seen enough roadkill to open a Roadkill Café! (and kangaroo is apparently the leanest meat, but, I still can’t bring myself to try it)

    Early on Saturday morning, Michael offered to drive me around the land so I could capture some out of the ordinary photographs of nature- it was heartbreaking and breathtaking all at once due to being able to see firsthand the effects of the Victoria bushfires yet absolutely breathtaking in its beauty and simplicity of purity in land, water, air, and earth. The trees, although burnt completely black, showed signs of life with small sprouting leaves coming out of them... what a hopeful example of how something good can come from every bad situation.

    I have had some exceedingly rare opportunities to explore parts of Australia that I probably would have never seen nor have I heard of (not even some locals have heard of the places I went to!) because I was making friendships with extraordinary people who were pleased to show me their land, and happy to just have the company.

    As Michael’s truck took us slowly, but steadily up the hills and through the countryside, he showed me the rich land, the unique animals, and the special plant life. I feel in a way, I have truly seen "the outback" from my countryside adventures, and every opportunity I’ve had here to see things off the beaten-path, or things that don’t interest the locals have brought me closer and closer to understanding the glory and distinctiveness of Australia.



    Bella the Alpaca :)

    Bob with his dreadlocks and Bella :)

    Sheep!

    Cute lamb hiding behind its mum


    Part of Michael's home- gnarly outdoor chimney, stove? Something!


    Cool looking plant surviving in the midst of disaster


    Wombat hole!



    Mount Stanley from a distance


    If I remember correctly, this plant dates back 2,000 years?


    Aftermath of Victoria bushfires :(


    Burnt forest :(



    Signs of life
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  6. 19 July- 26 July

    My time in Melbourne was suddenly coming to an end... and I knew I only had a few more days left before heading off to a major photoshoot. I decided that I would spend my last few days going to some of my new-found favourite bakeries, shops, and restaurants-snapped the last pictures that I could and packed up my bags and headed to the Flinders Street Train Station. This was my first time to actually USE the train station and not just shoot the architecture. I have to admit that I TRULY and quite literally jump at the chance to travel by train; there’s something about being able to reflect while traveling by train- to look out on the land and at times consider your purpose in life.. I find train travel is therapeutic for me. I said a slightly somber goodbye to Melbourne, and was starting to miss it already- then I quickly realised I would be back shortly before I was off to Sydney the following week. New city- new adventure- time for some hard work- I was ready to do the best possible job I could for the owners of The Stanley Pub.

    Now, for all you fellow Three’s Company fans out there- I think you will be able to agree with me- when I think of the name STANLEY.. the first thing that comes to mind is Mr. Roper, of course! Every single time I uttered the word Stanley, an image of Norman Fell popped into my head- and if I giggled or smiled, that was the reason ;o)

    Through a fellow photographer in New York- I was introduced to a lovely woman called Annmarie- with a smooth and soothing voice like butter- she asked me if I wanted to do an exchange.. photos for their website in exchange I would stay in their adorable accommodations. My answer was probably too emphatic of a YES!!!!! Because I absolutely adore and believe in the exchange of energy, of bartering and helping people by exchanging skills/talents. I would do this all over the world if I could and be content to live out of a bag ( a much less heavy bag than the one I am currently carrying around- which I jokingly say feels like it has 7 dead bodies in it)

    So, we set up the shoot to cover 4 days Thursday through Sunday; the end of the week proved to be slightly better for the owners who are a warm and friendly couple running The Stanley Pub/bar/bistro/accommodation in a small, gorgeous part of NorthEast Victoria. Their head chef picked me up from the nearest train station (40 minutes away!) and shared the history of the land and what their region is famous for- Chestnut trees, Apple Orchards, and berries. Here I was yet again, with a HEAD CHEF of a restaurant, shooting the breeze like we had known each other our whole lives. Australia is truly starting to spoil me- I think I will have to find a way to live here half the year- its becoming more than just an interest, an intrigue- it is becoming a love affair and I cannot begin to imagine not being here, not being among the kindness, generosity, and sincerity.. its sort of like the feeling you have when you leave Hawaii for those who have visited- you feel like you could easily live your life on the beach, with tropical cocktail in hand, and Aloha love permeates throughout everything and every person around you…where your biggest concerns are helping people, being in nature, being kinder, and contributing to humanity by doing as much good as you possibly can.

    After the scenic countryside drive through Beechworth and into Stanley, we arrived after their lunch service started due to my train being delayed by track work, and yet, I was welcomed and received as a special guest- I met Annmarie first who showed me around their rustic and charming little Pub. I then met her husband Shane who was in an arm sling due to a bicycle accident in the dark (the jokes never ended that weekend- I can just imagine how many he had to endure each week!) but was happily making coffee, pouring wine, while simultaneously running the bar with the greatest of ease, and started chatting with the locals.

    Annmarie showed me to my room and mentioned that all my meals and drinks would be on them as well- now- for a foodie, that is practically a dream come true- in my mind the agreement was only for the room- so that was a completely unnecessary, but extremely appreciated bonus. I settled in, and then started to talk business with Annmarie. She printed out a shot list and asked if there were any things that I wanted to shoot specifically in the region for myself. She then told me that their home burned down in the Victoria fires recently, and how she and her family had to start over- they could only grab their cats and a few photos, but every single thing they had was lost. I often feel a sense of pride about not caring about material objects- however, with fire being one of my biggest fears, and the IDEA of literally losing everything you own was presented to me in a tangible way in the form of the person sitting across from me; I just couldn’t imagine it. I admired the courage of the woman before me, and her positive attitude on life- how she and her family continue on with smiles on their faces and a genuine interest in their customers—their perseverance was exceptionally inspiring.

    After Annmarie and I confirmed the shot list, I couldn’t resist looking over the French-bistro style menu and trying to figure out what I wanted to order for lunch- I decided to get the French Onion Soup and some Scallops with a Citrus Salad. As most food photographers do- we shoot our lunch and practically everything we eat, so, I stared at the delectable food before me and shot it as quickly as I could- because travel days are undoubtedly my hungriest days- no matter what- the ham and cheese croissant I had on the train seemed to feel like I was a goat eating trash for 500 years when I tasted the food at The Stanley! I knew this was going to be the start of an extremely foodie-dorking-out weekend!

    I devoured my soup and scallops and I then shot around the Pub, and chatted some more with Annmarie and Shane. Day turned into evening and as I went into the bar to figure out what I should shoot next, a young girl with bright orange hair approached me- she was Isabella- Annmarie and Shane’s 5 year old daughter. My first instinct being a huge Twilight fan was of course to ask if anyone called her Bella. NO? Ok, so I then took a look at Annmarie with jet black hair, and after a moment glanced over at her husband Shane- with brown hair..hmm... the unfailing fascination I have with Genetics rose to the surface- and I just had to ask “Um, how did your daughter get the orange hair?” Annmarie then posed the question to Isabella who matter-of-factly said, “Its not orange, its Spun Gold” to which I could only respond, “Well, that is of course, much nicer than orange!” It turns out that she got the recessive traits, and the Genetics-nerd in me was in awe and satisfaction ;)

    Evening fell, and I decided on eating my dinner without shooting it- I had some very nice French style Gnocchi with vegetables, and feeling for some reason vegetable-deficient, I ordered a side of Winter vegetables, too. I suppose that’s the Californian in me that always wants a variety of fresh vegetables. At least mom never had to force me to eat them :) After dinner, I chit-chatted with the locals and then retired to my room for the evening. Once inside my room my insomnia had no chance (as it has mostly subsided while I’ve been here) and though a bit frosty, I drifted off to sleep soon after laying down under about 4 blankets.

    I awoke on my own the next morning and was ready to start all over again. Breakfast at The Stanley is self-serve in a sweet, bright corner room where there is a variety of yoghurts, organic cereals, and fresh fruits. I thought that was extremely clever of the owners so they can at least have a small break from the hustle and bustle of their business. Their personal touch is still present though, in that they set up the meals before they leave well after 1 am, and there’s milk, juice, cream, and bread with locally made butter and jams left for the following morning. I am not a fan of breakfast, not in the slightest, as most of you know, however, I found myself eating cereal and milk with a huge smile on my face and looking forward to breakfast the following day. There's definitely something special put into everything that is touched there it must be magic or love... or both because, I am enjoying things that I normally don't!

    I spent the rest of the weekend shooting the most delectable food! Their French bistro menu is absolutely worth the visit alone, but the rustic charm of the pub, the comfortable, silent and peaceful accommodation rooms, and the unbelievable kindness,interest, and heart-felt relationships that Annmarie and Shane have with their patrons is unparalleled. I still giggle when I think of how complete strangers that I met throughout the weekend- whether locals or not were CONTINUALLY welcoming me to Australia. In all of my travels, I cannot recall being welcomed to a country as many times as I have been welcomed here.

    The remainder of the weekend included not only shooting a good variety of food from their menu, but also did interior, exterior, detail, nature/regional, and people shots. And though I was working very hard each day, I still found myself challenged and excited to shoot all the different parts of the Pub. I could have easily stayed there for another week or two delving into the small details that make something especially unique- as well as the satisfaction I would have obtained by feeding my complete addiction to my Macro lens ;o)

    From the authentic French Onion soup, to the care put into designing the foam on the coffee (with only one fully functioning arm- no less!), it was truly a delight to work with Annmarie, Shane, Richard, and the rest of their staff at The Stanley. I know that nestled in their corner of the world, I have yet again made some true friendships because I arrived with handshakes, and left with hugs.




    Welcome to Stanley!


    The Stanley Pub!

    Exterior view of The Stanley


    The Bar!


    View from bar seats into the main dining room


    Main dining room


    The magic window- as I called it- this is where I did most of the food shooting- great light+ rustic charm of the table and chairs= perfect



    The Breakfast Room





    The Stanley Pub staff in their matching t-shirts

    This patron has been going to The Stanley for 30 years! I think his philosophy is the best I've heard "Not a worry in the world" ;)


    This is the best moment- undoubtedly. Annmarie is on the left, Isabella in the middle, and Shane on the right. Isabella was being a bit camera shy, so Richard, Head Chef stood behind me and asked her what her favourite thing was that he makes- and she screams CHOCOLATE CAKE!!!!! To which I now refer to this photo, and have titled it: "Chocolate Cake"


    Head Chef- Richard McCallum- he affectionately referred to me as "The Yank" after only one day ;o)




    Just two words needed: FRESH, BREAD!


    Organic housemade Muesli






    Twice baked Milawa goats cheese soufflé (OH MY ______ this was scrumptious!)

    French french fries, aioli, and beer

    French Onion Soup with Heidi Farm Gruyere ($60/kilo!)

    Seared scallops with citrus salad (amazing!)

    Garfish with a lovely sauce and peas- this is the ONE AND ONLY fish in the WORLD I have never used lemon on, good on you Richard :)

    Seafood bisque with a gnarly looking lobster! err or crab? One of the two!

    Forgive me- I don't know exactly what is in this dish- besides DELICIOUSNESS! apples, potatoes, and sausage, can anyone help ?


    Genovese Coffee and Chocolate Tarte

    Stanley Apple Tarte Tatin with Clotted Cream- holy of all that is holy- only French cuisine can make me like cooked apples... no joke- this was the BEST dessert I've ever eaten- I had to order 2... for 2 days in a row ;o)

    Red Wine Poached Pear with Chocolate Sauce and Walnut Praline (makes you drool a bit doesn't it?) :)
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  7. Second Week Down Under: 11th July- 18th July

    Hello kids- thanks for tuning in yet again on my Aussie adventures. I just had the most glorious weekend in the countryside of Sydney thanks to my darling friend Amanda… I wish that I was caught up to the present.......maybe I can become an official nerd blogger and just continue to blog for an entire day so that I can catch up to the present? I think that only I would start a blog in the middle of my trip- go backwards, and then fall behind on moving forward??? Yea, quite possibly only me. I think this is the part of my personality that amuses me- that I am continually an absolutely silly noodle ☺

    So- let’s continue our journey back in time- I really REALLY want to say emphatically and in Doc’s voice “let’s go back to the future!” but it just hasn’t worked yet- will you forgive me if I reference this in the next few blogs that I post? Ok, good.

    My second week in Melbourne was much like the first- exploring everyday to my heart’s content, snapping photos of all the magical corners of the city, and learning my way around by memory and landmarks. (seriously, I have no idea what North, South, East, and West are.. but oh yea, that old looking tree and the McDonald’s on the corner? Ohhh yea, that’s how I know I am lost, so I know to go the other way now - such girl directions☺)

    I continue to adore Melbourne and the many sides of its personality… I am learning to live in harmony among metres, kilometres, litres, Celsius, kilograms, kiljoules, and no pennies. Luckily, they use dollars here otherwise the math part of my brain might ACTUALLY and completely stop- that’s not to say that I haven’t had about 7 mental meltdowns per second here trying to convert measurements, temperatures, distances, and weight…all I know with any certainty is that my US dollar is earning me at least another quarter in Aussie dollars, and that’s sort of all the math I need to know right now.

    I started my week with incredible fanatic anticipation of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince which was released on Wednesday 15th July- it was originally planned to be released on my birthday 17th July- but for some reason it was bumped up and I couldn’t have been more thrilled. I actually looked up release dates abroad before I left because I know the USA tends to have movies premiere before the rest of the world- I saw that HP was to be released in Australia in DECEMBER (perhaps that was the DVD release????) anyway, I was absolutely crushed thinking that I would have to wait friggin 3+ months for a film I have been awaiting eagerly and excitedly.. luckily, I was proved wrong- and had to entertain myself to keep my mind off going to a midnight 3-D release of the film that would have cost me about $25! (F, I thought NYC was expensive!)

    I started off on another mini- mission- where in the hell did my sister and I stay last time we were here? It couldn’t have been far from the city centre- and there were more places to see- so off I went- trusty camera in hand, hoodie zipped up, Ipod shuffle (thanks Omri) settling into the same spot on the pocket of my jeans, and listening skills turned to “hyperaware” mode so I could learn more and more Aussie slang. I think at this point I could fake a fairly believable accent ☺

    I ended up gravitating as I usually do to Chinatown (have to admit- New York seems to have the bloody coolest Chinatown outside of well CHINA and since I haven’t been to China yet, I will stand by that statement ☺) I found an incredibly quiet, yet fascinating Chinatown cleverly hidden in the middle of the city centre.. as I wandered down the nearly silent streets I found beautifully coloured buildings, interesting artwork, architecture, and of course the signature tidy restaurants sometimes complete with a girl standing outside with menus (I asked her if I could take her photo and she shyly accepted) It is always interesting to me to discover all the different Chinatowns of the world- perhaps that can be a new project? I have to also admit that though I have only been to LA, San Francisco, Boston, Washington DC, and New York’s Chinatowns, Melbourne’s is once again unique, memorable, somewhere that I would like to visit again. I could very well be biased at this point- and will now have to compare it to Sydney’s Chinatown that I will be heading off to this week. I seemed to find comfort and amazement in the beautiful blue brick wall, in the giant mask of China hanging randomly on an abandoned building, and delight in street names such as Celestial Avenue.

    After going to Chinatown 2 days in a row, I saw Harry Potter, was quite pleased with the film despite some negative reviews and the annoyance at the tall, spiky haired woman who sat directly in front of me at the last minute, I enjoyed seeing the actors growing up and continually inhabiting the characters I have come to know and love. I then set off to visit a beautiful cemetery (no, I am not morbid, just enjoy the beauty and architecture of cemeteries).. it was interesting to me that people were buried in sections according to their branch of religion- I never think of Australia as an extremely religious place though I know Catholicism is a widespread religion here- I found some truly beautiful headstones and some that were so old they were collapsing and rotting away.

    I ended the week celebrating my birthday twice and I usually celebrate for the entire month- but as I reached a milestone this year of turning that number after 29 which is still a bit difficult to say… (how about 29 + 12 months? That sounds MUCH better to me!) I experienced the unbelievable Aussie kindness again and had some new friends drive an HOUR to pick me up and take me out for a few drinks and a meal. The next day one of my temporary housemates made sushi for me since I had been bugging her about it for the first 2 weeks of my stay (every single day!!) Well.. she was Japanese, and .. I wanted sushi! ☺ This was yet again a heart-warming and reflective end to my second week in the Land Down Under.

    I am convinced that this is the car they used to draw Cruella deVille's car for 101 Dalmations! I could just imagine her with that wild look in her eye tearing around the corners of the mountains to chase after the car with those puppies! This was the first of about 4-6 cars of a wedding party- the groom waved to me after I snapped more than a few photos of the car- just too cool to pass up :)


    I love funny signs- and seeing a sign for "Taco Bill's" just made me laugh- don't you think TACO BILL is an excellent name for a Mexican restaurant in Australia?! Me, too !

    An example of the secret alleyways in Melbourne- this one led me to Chinatown :)

    My favourite wall- brilliant colours!


    Chinese museum with the coolest looking guards.. ever?


    Chinatown architecture


    The Mask of China


    No Chinatown would be complete without a window full of headless chickens!


    Lovely girl patiently standing outside a Chinese restaurant with menus


    My love for all things celestial inspired snapping this photo- if you may notice there is a sign for Target on the far left- nothing quite like a sign for Target with a dragon on it- I am thinking, it doesn't get much better than that :) This was also the moment that I remembered my sister and I stayed nearby due to me finding the Target store! Mission accomplished!


    One of my favourite things about Australia- the best signs in the world.. they are polite even on their street signs!


    Sparkling stones on the side of a building


    Now how often do you see a sign for "Tax-Free Opals"?? Not often enough, I say!


    Swanston Street, some of the iconic parts I have seen repeatedly- statues, churches, aboriginal artwork, and a glorious Winter blue sky


    Funky statues in the middle of the sidewalk in Melbourne City Centre


    Horse-drawn carriage Number 2, I still think it looks like a fairy tale when I look at them against the backdrop of Melbourne
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  8. Arrival in Melbourne 3rd July- 10th July

    Melbourne, the second largest city in Australia has completely and utterly enamoured me in a matter of a few seconds. Every major city has a way of charming me with the many different sides of its personality- here I have found something especially unique…the hip, artsy, modern yet rustic town bustling with young artists, sports-mad fans, the most cultured yet most politically conservative town, filled with an impressive diverse array of cuisine, boutique bars, several shopping centres, all the while harboring innumerable hidden treasures. You will find several things on one city block- a rich and detailed history, Victorian-era architecture, gorgeous parks and gardens, and charming forms of public transportation including trams, trolleys, streetcars, and horse drawn carriages set against the backdrop of cathedrals, and oak trees that only exist in the Southern Hemisphere because they have not been subjected to pests and chemicals (helpful hint- don’t try to get a taxi in Melbourne because the drivers generally are not from Australia and as a result, unfortunately do not know their way around!)

    I wouldn’t recall any of this because the last time I was in Melbourne I had a full body rash as an allergic reaction to a tattoo I recently got- and my poor sister had a concussion from a trip to the Great Barrier Reef gone wrong. So- what do I recall of Melbourne? Um, the hotel room, the VERY COOL Little House on the Prairie moment when a cute, old male doctor came to our hotel room complete with a small black bag, the chemist a.k.a pharmacist where I found the world’s best anti-itch secret… a creme called Diprosone which only exists in Australia and I am clamoring to get another prescription for it.. I swear, whatever is in this stuff- is magic! And oh yea, I also saw Target which was right across the street from our hotel. Needless to say, the last time I was here was not a proper introduction to this spectacular city, so, that’s why I decided to come back and really give myself the time to see it.

    My first week was fantastic! I felt brand new to the city, I was functioning on a normal person’s schedule- asleep before 10 pm and up between 6-8 am.. for those of you who know me well- those are hours that I just do not function during, so, the jolt into normal people hours was actually quite nice; it allowed me to catch as much daylight as possible and shoot all day until the sun went down around 5. It’s hard to consider that it is winter time here- because it was sunny nearly everyday with small sprinkles and bouts of rain, but, at a constant 50-55 degrees, I felt like I had found a little piece of my own personal paradise- sunny and cold weather as the backdrop to a city where I could explore everyday to my heart’s content and still not see it all.

    As I walked around as much as I could to familiarise myself with the city, I often found hidden alleyways that led me down what seemed like secret Scooby-Doo passageways directly into Europe! My favourite passageway was near the famous Flinders Street Station- a small street called DeGraves street. I was just walking around trying to find interesting things to shoot and found that I was instantly transported back to Italy or even France in the narrow, yet bustling alleyways filled with little cafes, restaurants, soup bars, and coffee shops. I even found a cupcake shop on that street☺ I was delighted when they let me shoot in there as tiny as it was- and then felt like a maniac bringing out my mini reflector, flash, softbox, and styling the cupcakes and teapot over and over again to get the money shot ☺ I stopped caring after a bit- but, I hate looking or feeling like a tourist- cardinal sin in my book.

    At the end of each day, I reflected on how Melbourne provided me several different sides of its eclectic personality- from the restorative and peaceful Fitzroy Gardens, to the Euro-fabulous DeGraves Street, to Sushi on every single corner (more than fast food restaurants) to the architectural beauty that is Flinders Street Station, to the café culture Mecca/Italian part of Melbourne- Lygon Street- I found myself adapting and settling into the groove of Melbourne and adoring every second of it.


    Lygon Street-I've seen this paint and brick wall all over- but looks cool to me with the door next to it, no?



    Tram near the ACMI with Flinders Street Station in the background


    Flinders Street Station

    Interesting architecture @ Melbourne Central Train Station
    Woman riding the free City Circle tram

    DeGraves Street

    Quite possibly the coolest graffiti corner I've encountered..hiding on DeGraves Street


    Little Cupcakes Cupcake shop... yum!

    Gotta admit, this is the money shot I was going for with the cupcakes :)


    Horse-drawn carriage in the middle of Melbourne

    Trees proving to me its the Winter time! Does this remind anyone else of the game King's Quest? I think.. King's Quest IV where Rosella has to go into the forest?!


    Gorgeous leaf in the Conservatory of Fitzroy Gardens


    Leaf with purple in it, oh yea! : ) @ Fitzroy Gardens
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  9. Head? Currently in Melbourne, Australia.
    Heart? Currently split between California, the moon, and New York City.


    Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, OK! I did it! I am blogging! Now, please be kind to me- this blog comes to you with this warning and a bit of resistance because:

    a) I don’t think everyone is qualified to blog (yea, I said it) - least of all myself- who claimed she would never (oh ok I get it- that’s why you never say never) blog.
    b) Now, having said that, I think it’s a nice way to check in with everyone and show you what I have been shooting in Australia. So, let’s get it started!


    Scorecard:

    Number of Days in Australia: 17

    Hours ahead of you: 17 West Coast, 14 East Coast

    Authentic Australian Meals eaten: 1 (negotiable, I suppose)

    Number of Koalas/Kangaroos seen: 0 (sorry, I’m in the city for now, kids)

    Number of times I have had to set my clock: 1 (would have been 0 except for making certain that I was on time to my restaurant shoot.. story to follow)

    Minutes left to save the world: 4


    There’s something very interesting that is happening to me here- panicking about not panicking. Australians are SO LAID BACK, its kind of freaking me out.. just a little bit.. but I have to admit, it is starting to grow on me- this lack of panic- this “no worries” lifestyle,.. in the land where there IS no constant preparation for the Apocalypse despite the fact that for the first time there will be a COSTCO on Australian soil (whether the $90 million they invested into it will pay off is another story I am interested to see pan out….) I find myself settling into the lifestyle beautifully and naturally as though I have been here for a year instead of a mere 3 weeks.

    Ok, so, this entry is out of order, slightly, because I have many more things to show you that I have done, seen, and shot in the past almost 3 weeks, but, I wanted to start with this entry because it is still ever-present in my mind.

    Since I arrived in the glorious and cool but sunny winter in the South of Australia- the state of Victoria, the city of Melbourne, I had a mission- to figure out- how and why the food of Australia tasted, in my experience, the polar-opposite of the food I’ve tasted in the USA. This is a project that is going to take much more time and research than I anticipated to form itself into a book- but- of course, as a former student for 10 years time, I continue to find delight in learning and allowing myself to be a sponge to learn, learn, learn… about well.. everything and anything… about different cultures, lifestyles, ways of.. being and doing that are not my own. I arrived with a very marginal amount of knowledge of the practices of food production here, not nearly enough to even be considered knowledge, really, but.. I was given the most unexpected and wonderful crash course by the HEAD CHEF of a delectable Aboriginal restaurant here called “Tjanabi” pronounced just like it is spelled with the T being silent. The generosity of not only the manager to allow me to shoot my lunch there, but the waitstaff, the Head Chef, and sous- chefs still blows my mind every time I think about it. I can’t seem to accurately describe the absolute genuineness and sincerity that is found in Australians- there’s no agenda, there’s no expectation, there’s just a true human connection- past all the bullshit, past all the pretense and the song-and-dance you have to do when you first meet someone …and at the end of my shoot, the Head Chef very quietly said to me “thanks for being here, it was nice to meet you” and my GOD his words pulsed through my veins directly up my left arm and into my heart, I felt like he really meant it.. like HIS life was changed by meeting me?! ( I feel the opposite was true, but nonetheless what a heart-warming feeling!)

    So, here’s how it started. A friend recommended this restaurant to me, and as I was looking back at all the images I shot so far (about 1200, whew) I started to think.. what food represents Australia? WHAT is true Australian cuisine? Vegemite? Meat pies? I just couldn’t place what is thought of as Australian food- what did they invent?! So, I looked at the website of this restaurant, Tjanabi, I was first and foremost thrilled that an Aboriginal restaurant still exists, and as I read on about the background, I found that the restaurant name means “celebration” to celebrate as the owner says the spirit of the great city of Melbourne. Perfect. I emailed them asking if I can shoot my lunch sometime in the next week, expecting to get a response in perhaps 6 weeks time, only to find that the manager answered me immediately, saying he was most pleased to accommodate my request. The entire staff welcomed me as I was shooting my lunch outside, the manager came over to shake my hand and introduce himself and then the Head Chef came out, too, and asked if I wanted to shoot some other dishes as they were coming out. Um, WHAT?! Is he kidding? AM I dreaming? First of all, WHAT HEAD CHEF IN THE WORLD has the time or CARES to meet a photographer?! And?! I get to shoot these dishes that I wanted to shoot but couldn’t afford to pay for all 6 of them (nor would I be able to eat them all).. amazing.. he even helped carry my things inside.. and then…there I was behind the scenes in the “Staff Only” part of the restaurant, shooting kangaroo chorizo, wallaby, crocodile, emu, beef, and other glorious assorted accompaniments indigenous to Australia.

    I had a few more things to shoot, but, I decided to eat my own food, and waited for the lunch rush to be over. The manager of the restaurant offered me a book written by the owner of the restaurant, Carolyn Briggs while I was waiting. I was browsing through the book which was about the Aboriginal roots and influence in Melbourne and her personal connection through her ancestors even up until her own grandparents! When things finally quieted down, the Head Chef invited me into the kitchen to show me a few things, answer all of my questions, and gave me a brilliant crash course in the herbs they use that are grown only in Australia/The Southern Hemisphere, how the drought and fire has been affecting them, what solutions exist as proposed by the government to address the drought, and how he is constantly creating new and efficient ways to use or compost every part of the produce, herbs, and meat that comes his way. It was especially encouraging to know that he knows exactly which farms produce the food that they use in the restaurant. I was absolutely floored to be given this kind of attention as just an American photographer who specializes in travel and food- truly- much more than I could have asked for- just the “pleasure” of accepting my request to shoot my lunch was enough! I look forward to going back to the restaurant to talk to my new friends and to give them the photos I took. I hope they post them up on their website!

    And the moral of the story is… when in Melbourne, Tjanabi : )



    Interior of Tjanabi


    Aboriginal merchandise


    Housemade Organic Chicken Galantine filled with Coastal Muntrie Berries, Macadamia Nuts, and Native Herbs served with Blood Lime Cumberland Sauce.


    Baby Spinach, Spanish Onion, Bush Tomato, Crouton, and Parmesan Salad with Balsamic Dressing


    Tjanabi herb seasoning


    Chef's Choice Tasting Plate- Kangaroo Chorizo, Native Spiced Crocodile, Stewed Kakadu plums, and Tamarind Basted Wallaby with tomato, coriander salamis




    Porterhouse served with roasted vegetables and red wine jus


    Duo of Wallaby and Kangaroo layered with Warrigal Spinach, wrapped in Prosciutto and served on a Wild Rosella Flower Jus with a Pepperberry Lavosh



    Char-grilled Emu fan fillet wrapped in Pancetta served medium rare with a Timbale of Desiree Potato, carrot, and beetroot on a sauce of Sweet and Sour Davidson Plum


    Herbs above the ovens



    Tjanabi Aboriginal Store




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