It all began with a face; a beautiful, round, cherubic. A face that encouraged me to study, explore and chronicle. Faces are like that. They can reveal so much or so little. They can be opaque, translucent or transparent. They can express a myriad of expressions or none at all. They can beckon you to come closer or ...Read More
Marcy Feld Photography Blog
Through the Heart of the Lens
It’s Sunday evening. The New York Marathon has ended along with Halloween and Daylight Savings Time. Today’s blustery and cool weather in the Northeast is a stark reminder of the long, outstretched hand of winter’s imminent return.
My first impulse is to hide under the covers on my ever-so-comfy new mattress and lament the seemingly endless number of dark and cold days ahead while stuffing my face with leftover Halloween candy...Read More
Autumn is in full swing and as much as I hate to admit it, summer is now little more than a fleeting memory. With Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year and Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, behind us, I was taking some time to relax on my porch in the country after all of the holiday tumult. While catching up on facebook, I came across a post with an image from the 1970’s of the beach at Beach 15th street and I was instantly reminded ofRead More
It's the last week of August and store kiosks are overflowing with back to school supplies and Halloween candy. And while Labor Day is less than a week away, we have almost a full month of summer on the calendar, so let's hold off on buying mums and scheduling apple-picking excursions, and instead, let's settle back and enjoy the rest of summer.
I don't know about you, but
It’s hard to believe that two weeks have passed since our visit to the Hamptons. After 10 years of gracious invitations from our dear friends who own a stunning modern house in Bridgehampton, we finally took them up on their offer. It’s not that we don’t love the beach...Read More
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m sitting on my porch in the country, cocktail in hand, reveling in the beauty of this glorious July day. I am reflecting on previous summers and, like the tide, I am instantly swept back to the summers of my youth, growing up in the sleepy beach town of...