I don’t have any tattoos although for a while I considered getting one. “What would it be?” Jenny asked. Like lightning, I felt an impulse… “a little tiny apple on my knuckle!”. No actual tattoo came out of it, but I do think about that spontaneous reply often. This simply to illustrate my love for apples and also this season. October is my favorite time of year when the bounty of summer collides with the preparation for winter. It is the nostalgia I feel for a childhood surrounded by apple and quince trees and rain boots.
They say that the best camera is the one that you carry with you. In the last couple of years, I have been using my phone camera more and more. It is light and always in my back pocket. Instagram has become my most active social media as I navigate the world of images more comfortably than words. I know this is a bit of a debatable subject but personally, I prefer Instagram accounts that simply post iPhone photos. It is almost as if this the democratization of photography – give everyone a simple tool with no bells and whistles and see what they can do with it (and please, no offense if you post photos from other sources).
Same principles of photography apply – lighting, composition, styling, lines…
Apple picking season has begun and I wrote a guide about it for Conde Nast Traveler – where to go, what to pick and a super easy apple pie recipe.
It’s the countdown to Fall. An old friend who has lived in Seattle for ages whispered to me as we were walking… “this is the last warm front of the year, so stop complaining”
Bring the clouds, the rain, the fog and the creativity.
Oh yes, and soup. I am already planning a soup party for October.
Many mornings, after I drop off Jon and Miren at school, I take a walk through Discovery Park in Seattle. I particularly love it during rainy mornings as it’s bare and raw. Everything that a PNW beach promises… rounded grey rocks, bleached driftwood, tangled bushes and tall trees and the deepest color of seaweed. A snack and the woods.