suddenly you know: It's time to start something new and trust in the
magic of new beginnings.”
This year began differently for me. Not by choice, but it did.
Normally I enjoy having New Years Day off of work to contemplate the
year just past and the one ahead. In all the years working as a cook
I cannot remember working this day...the private club of which I've
been employed for more than a decade is closed on this day, and all
the restaurants I'd worked prior were closed on this day. And even
when I did a short stint at a whole foods co-op as kitchen manager I
arranged the schedule so I had off. But this year—on New Years
Day—I worked, not at any of the jobs aforementioned; I worked my
part-time job which I started just a few weeks ago. Initially I
didn't want to do this but my supervisor asked if I would and I said
yes. I'm trying to say yes to more things in my life these days, but
I'm jumping ahead as I often do.
The night prior I had …
"The principle person in a picture is light."
So yesterday I took the metro bus to Niagara Falls. Even though I live very close to to this incredible natural wonder I rarely get there. I went with the main purpose of taking photos, and being there was sort of like being a tourist in my own backyard. The bus ride incredibly cost a mere $2.00 each way and dropped me off just 500 feet from the Rainbow Bridge (if you are local and would like the bus schedule, here it is). I arrived in late afternoon and, after having a lunch at an inexpensive Indian restaurant, walked across the bridge and was immediately thrust into tourist-ville. I walked about a mile down to the horseshoe falls and snapped a few photos but really wanted evening photos during l'heure bleue, and also later when the falls were lit with colored spotlights. I had time to kill until the sun began to set, so I walked up the uber-touristy Clifton Hill and had a couple over-priced but really delic…