Tag Archives: Boston

“Now embrace each other” I suggested.  It was on one recent Sunday afternoon, in Cambridge, MA, that I heard myself request PDA (public display of affection) from my newly engaged friend, Jenny, and her fiance, Anthony.  They obliged, and with good humor, we quickly fell into the rhythm of an engagement shoot. I’m a big…

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I really shouldn’t have but I did it anyway.  In my camera bag sits two new additions: a full frame Canon 5D Mark III and a 50mm f/1.2 L lens.  The BF shakes his head at my new toys but I barely pay attention as I’m daydreaming of all the beautiful moments I can capture…

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On a whim I flew out to Boston on Friday, just in time for sweltering 90 degree (32°C) heat. While this feeling of melting isn’t for everyone I revel at the sight of cloudless sunny skies and Dunkin Donuts iced coffees around every corner. And then there are the occasional feasts. Last night was the…

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This is supposed to be the week that this blog returns to business as usual after the calamity in Boston last week but then … I get hit with a stomach bug.  As I start feeling vaguely human again I’ll save the food posts for another day and instead share photos of something I find…

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I didn’t mean to be radio silent last week but, per usual, a week in Boston means I’m darting across the city spending time with friends and family.  Now, back in London, you can imagine my horror when the television flashed images of fire, smoke, and chaos during my favorite day in Boston, Marathon Monday. …

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Fridge, empty.  Spirit, low.  That’s the state I found myself yesterday morning when I woke up with a sore throat.  As I refused to leave the flat, I turned to the canned goods in my pantry for sustenance.  There’s nothing like a can of tomato soup during your bleakest moment; hot, heavenly and soul soothing. …

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