my website is finally up and running. welcome to the world, RightMoonPhotography!
…if you have a few minutes, i’d be grateful if you poked around and let me know if you encounter any errors, slow-loading, or typos. thankya!
“We ask ourselves who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you NOT to be?? You are a child of God. Your playing small does NOT serve the world. There is no-thing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to manifest the Glory of God that is within us, ALL of us. And as we let our Light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our Presence automatically liberates others.” ~ Nelson Mandela 1994
after talking about it for over a year, i finally gave in to the whim and had my hair changed to blonde. my hair was naturally blonde until i was about 15, but it’s been red for so many years that started to seem much more real….
do i like it? well, um…hmmm… it’s different. and it’s light. and it’s, um, different. it’s very white, but i think i will like it once i get used to it. in the meantime, every time i look in the mirror, i think it looks like a wig.
Pope-Fever has hit the Jose household, let me tell ya’….
You know, I’ve been pretty low-key about the whole thing for a while. It’s exciting that he’s coming here (except for the secret service hassle, which fills me with mild-dread and makes me pause for deep cleansing breaths - we have to be checked in and searched at an off-site location, can’t even bring water bottles for a 4-hour sing, and basically will be locked into place once we reach the church, looking around wondering where the (yes, really!) snipers are positioned), but I’m not a real-live-actual-Catholic, and I haven’t really felt the gravity of the whole thing. Until this week, it kind of hit me: I’m singing for the Pope, one of the most “important” people in the world. Heh…Cool!
It’s being broadcast live on this channel (although most of our music will be before the actual service, so is unlikely to be broadcast, and we’re in the choir loft above, so unlikely to be seen), and there was an article in ye olde hometown paper yesterday. This week has actually been restful, with no real rehearsals - just voice preservation and independent study - but I find it’s taking up my thoughts and energy at the moment…. Pope Fever.
We’re allowed to take small cameras, so if I manage to borrow one in time for the service tomorrow (my camera and lens do NOT qualify, and I don’t fancy the idea of the secret service confiscating them), pictures will be forthcoming.
- just finished reading “Water for Elephants“. easygoing, quick-reading, and really really good. (Jeska, if you haven’t read it, this one is a MUST for you.)
- my daughter is obsessed with cinnamon mini-bagels (or, as she calls them, “ehgels”), turning on the radio (”esic?” = “music?” = “can i turn on the radio?”), and playdoh.
- i am obsessed with English Cadburys (bear laughs at me, but they really are better than the American ones….my Brit neighbor said it has something to do with the amount of plant wax in American chocolate), fresh flowers, good coffee, and getting the perfect shot-of-the-day. nothing new there…
- i’ve been completely wrapped up with the cantor gig lately….led 7 masses plus a funeral this weekend, plus rehearsal for The Pope’s Visit, another funeral tomorrow, more rehearsals on the way, and a wedding in a week. it’s not how my 16-year-old self imagined my music career would be, but it’s pretty cool just to be singing for a living.
- i’m ready for blooms and blossoms and bright sunny days. i’m dreaming of the beach and horse races and sitting on mom & dad’s porch swing at dusk…. i’m looking forward, and making plans to fit it all in.
magnoila blossoms….i do believe we’ve finally made it through the winter.
we spent saturday afternoon at coney island, in search of family adventure and good photo-ops. you can see the pictures here: (i was playing around with some funky, fun processing and a rented fish-eye lens). what you WON’T see are pictures of the (i swear! without question!) real live mafia guys that were sitting at all the other tables in the pizza parlor we went to. i was afraid of what would happen if i pulled out my camera, so we kept quiet and focused on our food…
my mom, christina jo [new york city 2008]
