Field Notes

Salut! Welcome to my Field Notes, with stories from San Francisco, Paris, and elsewhere. This is a collection of adventures: the people I photograph; the kitchen escapes; tidbits from my life; special projects; and a California/Paris guide. Whew! I hope you'll come along; it's going to be a lovely time!

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I want to walk by my favorite blue door next to the Red Wheelbarrow. I want to see Thibault at Imprimerie Frag and know that my prints are going to be amazing, instead of emailing around and finding one local printer in the Bay Area who won’t even email me back. I want to go […]

The Pont Alexandre III bridge in Paris stretches diagonally across the frame, its signature iron lampposts stretching towards the sky. In the background, a bright blue sky streaked with clouds.

Winter is a slow time. It’s cold. (Aka, California weather-wimp cold of 40 or 50 degrees F.) There’s not as much sunlight and I feel sadder. So far, I’ve only shot one roll on my Hasselblad, Ansel. Before winter ends, it might be three. Here’s the first. This roll was all about finding the joy […]

Black birds dot the sky like freckles against the clouds and waning afternoon winter sunlight.

The Rollei 35 first caught my eye a couple years ago when a creative I follow first flaunted hers. I was intrigued as I watched her carefully unconsolidate the camera, which was only about as big as her palm. The lens slid out from apparently no where, and there was so little pomp and fuss […]

A baby-blue old-fashioned bicycle with wide handle bars and a wooden basket stands propped up in front of a pale green wall next to a topiary. The sun shines, casting shadows behind the bike.

To welcome fall (you can tell I’m quite behind in filing these field notes), Lindsay, Shelby, and I got together and made a pumpkin cake! Well, Lindsay made the cake, Shelby whipped up the frosting, and I just showed up with my camera. Here are the results! Marissa WuFrancophile; lover of ice cream, ballet flats, […]

Coconut sugar caramel sauce is drizzled on top of a triangular slice of iced pumpkin cake. The cake sits on a pedestal in the background next to two filled champagne flutes.

This is a Thanksgiving-inspired entry, but I think gratitude should be a daily practice. This month, I have been keeping a small notebook and listing down things I am choosing gratitude for. The entries are not long — someone sentence fragments — but they help me to recognize beauty and appreciate it when I see […]

Three bulbous orange dahlias bloom in a field as the sun sets.

Elsewhere. It reminds me a bit of Lois Lowery’s The Giver, where the old are sent after they’ve led fulfilling lives. My Elsewhere is not so much the final destination, but where I’d rather be. My little post-Paris conundrum is that I’ve been too busy thinking of elsewhere to notice where I am right now. […]

Just before jaunting through Provence, Sarah, the picnic hostess to end all picnics, threw a Midsummer celebration in the Parc des Buttes Chaumont in the 19th arrondissement. There was an heirloom tomato and burrata salad and bundles upon bundles of flowers as we gathered to celebrate summer on an ironically cloudy and eventually rainy Paris […]

Aïe. I don’t even know how to start this. It’s time to say goodbye. Au revoir — and not à bientôt. While in no way is this goodbye definitive…it’s a firm closing of a chapter. There are no plans to move back in the near future. Goodbye. Since I am unable to put together a coherent thought […]

Undoubtedly, one of the most-loved activities in the countryside is mowing the grass. After a few weeks, we find that it’s a bit too tall and lumpy for optimal croquet. Despite his…dislike for the game, he never fails to use it as an excuse to convince his father. Mow the lawn, and it will be […]

[It’s way past Easter but I’m just getting around to sharing my thoughts. It still seems pertinent. This originally appeared as an Instagram post!] My feet are dangling from the hammock, grass-stained knees and mud-marked jeans witnesses to one too many crawls under the barbed-wire fence. The hammock is gently rocking and the chatter of […]

Paris & California strolls; plenty of flowers; stories; and looking for the beauty in the everyday. I hope you'll come along as I take the year to document the entirety of my home state!

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