The Last Hurrah

Our daughter turned one and we threw together a casual backyard pizza party for close friends who could come say hi. It was perfect with the exception of missing some dear friends who were out of town for the long weekend. We all promised we’d make it up soon.

We had just made the final decision to move from our dream home in Berkeley to Los Angeles to be closer to family, art, live music and sunshine. We thought we’d have a going away party before we left. It was mid Feb. We had no idea it would be the last party in our epic yard.

We left our home, our friends who we’ve built a community with over the last 12+ years, our son’s school, our whole world- without saying goodbye.

It’s been a bizarre, emotional, wild time- moving a world which was really quite wonderful in the middle of a pandemic with two kids and two pets and no help is … jarring… a lot… so much.

I sent my film in to be processed on my last day in the Bay, the day I also broke my mamiya, and finally have a sec to post it while the banshees watch Magic Schoolbus and climb on me. I’m really glad I had at least started to take goodbye photos of friends and I can’t wait to get back to do visiting portraits and give hugs to the family I’ve acquired over these really special years.

Hope everyone is home and safe and getting by.

xx