life Photography

Day Three Hundred Sixty Two, January 19, 2012


I have been thinking a lot lately about children and the process of growing up. My daughter is 7 and she is a dreamer, a total believer in the magic of life, in fairies, in angels, in the unusual and special things about life. As she gets schooled and gradually grows older, some of her beliefs will get beaten to the ground and deemed silly, childish and unreal. I dread that day that is sure to come to at least some parts of her magical life and I pray that she may gather some of this sparkle to keep for herself in a special place somewhere, because how dull is a life without magic?


Day Two Hundred Seventy, October 19, 2011

time, the elastic mystery

As a photographer, you hone your perceptions on the relationships between light, speed, and movement. And it is so thrilling when we can create an image that is a record of something that normally cannot be seen. We can slow down time, freeze it and record movement in a way that paints a fantasy, like the 2 giant cargo ships in this photo that passed by as a ghosts leaving only light trails.


Thinking of all these relationships makes me think funny enough of fairies. It has been said that fairies appear to us as sparks of light because they move at a much higher speed than we do. So, maybe this is a good place to start thinking about this, photography and fairies, yes, why not?

photo taken: the view of the Huang Pu river from my balcony that I never get tired of looking at.


Day Eighty Two, April 14, 2011

Fairy ring

Do you believe in fairies?

Do you leave them cookies and milk?

Do you build gardens, rings and circles for them?

Do you swear that you saw them?

Do you blame your naughty deeds on them?

Does innocence live in your heart? Does wonder? Does magic?

Little girls have all that magic!


Day Nineteen, February 10, 2011

Do fairies really sleep inside flowers?

Today was a very cold and rainy day in Shanghai, so it was an indoor day for us. A friend brought us beautiful tulips in the afternoon and they were searched very thoroughly for any sleeping fairies. One ended up sleeping in L’s room, a tulip that is, waiting for a fairy to visit at night.