A few weeks ago, Marina, Nyusha, and I have spent a day in Montreal. Here’s a shot I grabbed as we were walking around with no particular goal in mind. I used to spend quite a bit of time in Montreal back in the day. This trip brought back memories.

Sasha is holding his son Finn on their first day back from the hospital.

Laecee is feeding Finn on their first day out of the hospital.

Here’s a shot from last Friday’s shoot with Morgan Barbour. Due to an unfortunate chain of events we only had something like 30 minutes at the location to set up, shoot, and break down the set, so I knew I only had one shot at the look I was going after. Originally, I envisioned an Ingmar Berman inspired image, I even bought a wall-clock and tore out the hands – it was going to hang on the wall in the background – but that had to be scrapped due to insane time constraints. In the result, I had to strip the image down to the basics and hope they worked and, well, you’ll be the judge of that.

A quick portrait of chuviha I took during our visit to De Young.

Taken in the lobby of the De Young museum in the Golden Gate park, not far from my house. There was something very touching (to me) about this scene that I can’t quite put a finger on.

I got this shot of Marina a couple of weeks ago during a stroll in the Redwoods Regional Park.

One thing I’m very mindful of lately is that this blog is turning into my family album, which is not, in general, a direction I want to take it in. Between being burried with work, expecting a baby in a couple of months, and all the family stuff I had going on recently, I just haven’t been getting out there and shooting anything that’s even somewhat a production. I’m going to try to change that. Really, I will.

Another photo of our cat Hercules posing with Marina. I’m beginning to develop a whole series of these. Unposed and unlit.

This is probably the single most important photograph I’ve posted here so far.

My grandmother, Luba Goldin, is video-chatting with her grand-daughter (my niece) from her hospital-bed in Israel on the last good day of her life. The next morning she has taken a turn for the worse, and one day later she died.

She was one of my favorite people and I miss her incredibly.

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Another portrait from last Saturday. I couldn’t decide between the two of ‘em, so I’m posting both.