Judy Teener Kahn 11/14/44 - 9/03/22

September 04, 2022

She was the oldest of four, my Auntie Judy. A big sister to my mom Susan, Aunt Elissa and Uncle Steve. She left Minneapolis and moved to New York City where she met her husband Steve Kahn. I admired her dearly and loved the opportunities to visit her. She had flare, she was warm and kind, she had an opinion, she was very pretty, she loved the city, was artistic, loved her kids, her garden, and so much more.

I can close my eyes and picture my young self at her wedding at Sophie’s house, under the chuppah, and then the reception at Rolling Green Country Club, her head piece was gorgeous! We went to visit Judy and Steve in their Chelsea apartment. We visited when I was 10-11 years old. What a thrill to be in NYC with my cool aunt. She directed us around. We later went and visited when she and Steve moved to Sleepy Hollow. They had a beautiful house, beautiful garden and fish. I was a sophomore in college. I remember her amazing stove, there was a lot of brass, had that cool spout to fill pots with hot water (my mom was impressed) and my uncle took out his guitar and played for us.

In the early 2000s, Judy and Steve were in California. My uncle was there for an aviation trade show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Amanda and I drove down to meet them for lunch. Judy and Steve came for our wedding in 2005. I last saw her at Sophie’s 100th Birthday in 2016, though would stay in touch via email and phone calls. I was lucky to get to say goodbye to her on Friday.

My uncle Steve Kahn loved Judy so hard. He was mad about her. It was apparent every time I saw them together, every post, every picture. He took such good care of her all these years. She was his everything.

My mom loved her. My aunts and uncles loved her. Sophie and Jerry loved her. We loved her and we are sad that she is gone, but we know she’s at peace having fought Parkinson’s and Dementia for so many years. I was luck to have made some pictures of her over the years. Love you, Auntie Judy.

Year in Photographs 2020

December 26, 2020

Where to even begin to find the words, and put into perspective a year that will go down as one of the most trying, difficult, eye-opening, and emotional years of our time. January 2020 does not feel that long ago, though when I close my eyes and run through the mental images of this past year, strangely it also feels like a whole lifetime ago. Isn’t that strange.

To think Sylvie had a backyard birthday party with 15 or so friends almost a year ago. It pains me to think about how we will celebrate this year. Or that we were in Mexico, riding in cabs, bargaining with the masses at the marina, or venturing deep into downtown Puerto Vallarta for dinner at the Iguana. Then came March, and everyone’s life in the entire world changed over night. Mask up, stay home, be safe.

Despite all the struggles, I can’t help but look back and be proud, especially for my kids and how well they’ve kept it together through perseverance and a positive attitude, making the best of each day, mostly smiles and a lot of good laughs. There of course have been highs and lows, but to see them bob-and-weave with each day, touches my heart in a way only a father could feel for his children.

The year started off on a high, returning from Mexico with a sense of rejuvenation. I was lucky to get to visit Madison, WI to see a college buddy celebrate his 40th birthday. Then everything changed a few weeks later on Thursday, March 12 when the stay at home order was initiated. I remember it was raining super hard and I had to drive to Santa Monica for a meeting. From that point forward, bedrooms became classrooms, homes became offices, backyards and patios became home gymnasiums and playgrounds, and ZOOM was introduced to the world. When we were finally able to leave home, we added a mask to our essentials of keys, wallet, and phone.

We waited our turn to enter grocery stores, hand sanitizer and toilet paper were and still are hot commodities. Estella practiced her heart out and learned to ride her bike, we baked, we made Legos, discovered Roblox, and gratefully were able to see friends from a distance. We learned to ride skateboards, turned our backyard into a tennis court, took online photography courses, virtually attended Shabbat Services and family celebrations. We watched as the Kester Yard was slowly overtaken by weeds, made a trip to see the great Pacific, and as the summer came and went, we were fortunate to also make it to Torrey Pines and Palm Springs, but pulled the plug on our Thanksgiving trip.

Joe Biden became our President elect, Kobe Bryant, his daughter and others were killed in helicopter accident, George Floyd and Breonna Taylor were brutally murdered, Black Lives Matter became the movement of the century, Harry and Meghan got out of dodge, Harvey went to jail, Beirut explosions, West Coast Wildfires, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Eddie Van Halen, Chadwick Boseman passed, and now we are finally turning that corner where there is a vaccine to combat Covid-19. More importantly, we cannot forget the front line and health care workers who risk their lives day in a day out. God speed. A million blessings to each of them.

Though these pictures below, cultivate a certain experience, for me, what binds them all together is a sense of hope, humility and love. We continually founds way to be the heroes of our own stories, not just dig ourselves into a hole and hope for the best, but to have agency and continue to push our lives forward, emotionally, physically, and mentally. I hope our world will forever be changed for the better, that we will communicate more clearly and openly, that we will learn to be better listeners, tell friends and family we love them over and over again. Here is to 2021, a better year. Onward.

*Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, January 2, 2020*

*Estella, Los Angeles, CA, March 25, 2020*

*Sylvie & Estella, Los Angeles, CA, May 3, 2020*

*Sheryl, Alexa, Amanda & Sylvie, Los Angeles, CA, April 25, 2020*

*Fuentes & Calof Ladies, Sherman Oaks, CA, April 11, 2020*

*Sylvie, Los Angeles, CA, June 24, 2020*

Above: Leica Workshop, Los Angeles, CA, May 5, 2020Below: First Day of School, Los Angeles, CA, August 20, 2020 — *Above: Leica Workshop, Los Angeles, CA, May 5, 2020*
*Below: First Day of School, Los Angeles, CA, August 20, 2020*

*Blake, Los Angeles, CA, October 31, 2020.*

Above: Temple Israel Virtual Shabbat, Los Angeles, CA, June 5, 2020Below L to R: Estella & Sylvie, Los Angeles, CA, April 15, 2020; Sylvie & Estella, Palm Springs, CA, September 27, 2020; Easter, Los Angeles, CA, April 12, 2020; Estella &am… — *Above: Temple Israel Virtual Shabbat, Los Angeles, CA, June 5, 2020*
Below L to R: Estella & Sylvie, Los Angeles, CA, April 15, 2020; Sylvie & Estella, Palm Springs, CA, September 27, 2020; Easter, Los Angeles, CA, April 12, 2020; Estella & Sylvie, Torrey Pines, CA, August 8, 2020

Above: Kester Elementary, Los Angeles, CA, April 25, 2020Below L to R: Matthew, Los Angeles, CA, August 22, 2020; Blake, Los Angeles, CA, November 29, 2020 — *Above: Kester Elementary, Los Angeles, CA, April 25, 2020*
*Below L to R: Matthew, Los Angeles, CA, August 22, 2020; Blake, Los Angeles, CA, November 29, 2020*

Above: Amanda, Los Angeles, CA, April 15, 2020Below L to R: Kester Elementary, Los Angeles, CA, March 25, 2020; Passover Candles, Los Angeles, CA, April 9, 2020 — *Above: Amanda, Los Angeles, CA, April 15, 2020*
*Below L to R: Kester Elementary, Los Angeles, CA, March 25, 2020; Passover Candles, Los Angeles, CA, April 9, 2020*

*Seder Plate, Los Angeles, CA, April 9, 2020*

*Jenny & Will, Los Angeles, CA, July 2020*

Above: Quarantine, Los Angeles, CA, April 4, 2020Below L to R: Pacific Coast Highway, Santa Monica, CA, May 16, 2020; Pacific Ocean, Santa Monica, CA, May 16, 2020 — *Above: Quarantine, Los Angeles, CA, April 4, 2020*
*Below L to R: Pacific Coast Highway, Santa Monica, CA, May 16, 2020; Pacific Ocean, Santa Monica, CA, May 16, 2020*

*Estella, West Hollywood, CA, June 7, 2020*

Quarantine Days - Week 12 & 13 - A Visual Diary

June 26, 2020

These are some lost photos that I was hoping to talk about in the context of what we were doing during weeks 12 & 13 of quarantine. Unfortunately, I never got around to writing about our experience that week and have been consumed since. However, I still wanted to share these photos because of the love and hope they represent.

Continue to Be Well. Stay Safe. Stay healthy. Stay home. And Wear a Mask, Please!

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Minneapolis & Beyond

May 30, 2020

Enough is enough. We cannot remain silent anymore on racism. “I can’t breath.” Literally, I cant. “It is not enough to be quietly non-racist, now is the time to be vocally anti-racist.”

There has been no progress. None. We have to demand accountability and we have to simply do better. We need leaders, real leaders, people who will listen, people WITHOUT a political agenda, people who are great in their communities and at home with their families. Real. People.

Our fuses are incredibly short right now, all of us. The Black Community has done everything they can to express themselves to call for change but many of the decision makers don’t listen. They don’t. We need to stand by the Black community and do everything in our power to support them. We need to show love, we need to show compassion, and we need to show empathy. Black lives matter. Love is love is love. I can’t stress that enough. We need to use our collective voices to ensure this group is heard and supported. We are all created equal.

I’m from Minnesota. I feel so bad for the innocent people who have lost their dreams, lost their business, lost a family member, etc. My hearts aches. Put Covid, unemployment of 38+ M, the poor, the minorities, people’s emotional capacity right now, mix it all together and it’s a bomb read to explode. That bomb has gone off.

And now the truth is starting to reveal itself. Outside forces are causing chaos, violence and looting for the sake of chaos, violence and looting. It’s wrong, it’s terrible, it’s just sad and pathetic. We are so much better than this

We need to talk to our children. They are the hope. They are the future. We need to educate them on what is going on right now - why it is the way it is. Teach them how to treat people with respect, dignity, and compassion. Tell them about their rights, their privileges and their opportunities. I read somewhere that the “color of their skin does not define them, but what is ultimately in their heart does.” I love that.

The news needs to stop feeding our fear. We in the the content business need to promote love and togetherness. We are all connected. We need to continue to tell stories that inspire, that give hope, and that anything is possible no matter who you are. We have a duty to speak up and use our voice.

My hometown is the city of Minneapolis. It’s a beautiful city. It’s where I grew up and was instilled with the values of kindness, empathy and compassion for all creeds of life. There is a saying where I come from - “Minnesota nice.” I want to make sure that saying remains true. We have a lot of work to do. A lot.

Here are some photographs from the last ten years of Minneapolis. I love this city and I pray that we can all come together to make change for the better and for the future of our children and the world.

Quarantine Days - Week 9 & 10 - A Visual Diary

May 23, 2020

Today is day 71 for my family. We remain positive and vigilant as the helicopters continue to fly overhead. The weather has been wonderful this past week. Today is quite possibly perfect, as it isn’t too hot either. We still wait for Linus Bikes to give us a call and come pick up Sylvie’s new ride that is weeks overdue.

Hmmm, what to do today, and on the rest of this beautiful Memorial Day Weekend other than play dice games, be outside in the sun, hit some tennis balls at the club, potentially get lost down the rabbit hole of social media, and other stuff that seams to poke its head from time to time. There is literally three weeks of school left for the kids, though some schools have already wrapped up the year. We went to Sylvie and Estella’s school yesterday and the day before to pick up their remaining belongings, bitter sweet to see the school with shin level grass, lost and found items out front, and library book return bins. Was really nice to see the girls’ teachers. They are are just amazing and have done a really good job. It hasn’t been easy but hats off to what they’ve pulled off these past ten weeks.

I think it’s time to start shooting film again. The M6 has been in the bag for the past ten weeks. I was reluctant to shoot it because there was nowhere to get the film developed. I have rolls of Trix 400 and Portra 800 in the wine fridge ready to be exposed. And now that my lab is back open, I might just switch back over. Something to look forward to I guess. With that said, finding the desire to shoot these past two weeks has been tough. I’ve kind of run out of gas, though i’m trying to motivate myself. Maybe I need a new project?

I’ve really enjoyed what all the individual Leica Stores have been doing with their Instagram Live chats with different photographers. I most recently tuned into a Jim Marshal’s Collective with his long time assistant Ameila Davis which was over the top fascinating. Her insight and memory to pull stories about each photograph was incredible. I own three of his books - Proof, The Haight, and most recently Show Me the Picture. All are fascinating and inspiring. To have had the access that he had is just simply mind boggling. It was a different time. People didn’t have their guard up the way they do today. I guess he was primarily a 35mm and 50mm shooter because it allowed him to get close to his subjects. That picture of Miles Davis in the boxing gym is one of my all-time favorites.

Mother’s Day feels like a year ago but we had a nice time celebrating. The kids and I made Lovey breakfast in bed. We opened presents and went for a walk with some friends. I think (I hope) it was a wonderful day for Amanda. We love her so much. Superhero and Real Estate broker extraordinaire.

We braved it last weekend when the beaches decided to open. It was a strange day to see everyone out, some people being respectful by wearing their masks, while other’s didn’t give a care in the world. It was nice to see the ocean and for Estella to put her feet in. A lot of mixed emotions. It felt like a look but don’t touch scenario. We stopped in Pacific Palisades afterword to walk around The Village. Super Cute. Nothing was open of course, but we did get a Starbucks and a smile across the street.

I know we still have a long way to go and that this slow burn of getting things back to normal will take some time. I’m for it as long as we all continue to practice social distancing, wear our masks, wash our hands, and just make good common sense logical decisions. If we ALL do that, then we are certainly on our way.

Be well all. Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay home. If I find the will to shoot, will post more pictures next week!

*The girls pose for a picture after a walk with dear friend Jenny 5/10/20.*

*Estella poses for a picture on the kitchen counter 5/14/20.*

*This photograph make me think of Henri Cartier-Bresson 5/16/20.*

*Sylvie, Estella, and Amanda on the PCH 5/16/20.*

*Signs warning visitors to keep a safe distance 5/16/20.*

Estella waiting for the tide to come in and feel the ocean on her toes 5/16/20.

*Sylvie saying goodbye to her 4th Grade Classroom, picking up her remaining items 5/21/20.*

*Sylvie’s teacher, Mrs. D’breau, a wonderful mentor and friend 5/21/20.*

Quarantine Days - Week 8 - A Visual Diary

May 09, 2020

I felt strong on my morning run, something i haven’t felt since this stay at home mandate started. The adrenaline is high when you first start off and commit yourself to something. A lot of that momentum exists in the mind and the challenge ends up being, how can I create that desire to be excited to exercise each day, every other day, whatever your schedule is, so that there is a connection of strength to what you are doing as opposed to just going through the motions. I felt that feeling again this morning and I hope I can continue to find it when I need it, in whatever I am doing.

It was a pretty good week, but still physically and emotionally taxing. Everyone has been getting plenty of rest, sometimes 10 hours a night of sleep, and keeping our minds occupied. Maybe it’s just that though, our bodies are settling in and the lethargic nature of each day is kind of the same. How can we mix it up? Be on our toes a little more? Create some variance as opposed to the methodical nature of what kind of feels like ground hog day. How can we be more spontaneous but still remain responsible?

Last week the girls baked a cake and made cupcakes. They were thrilled to get the batter out, mix all the ingredients, take a selfie or two. It was something different, and something different was good. At the same time, i decided we were going to get a car wash too. Now, going to the car wash isn’t that exciting, in fact, it’s kind of a pain, but when you live in a world where you need to come up with activities to raise some excitement, going to the car wash is pretty cool. 12 dollars for call it, 8 minutes of joy. Best money I spent all week. It was worth it as those big pieces of equipment, clothes, suds, washed over the car. It creates the illusion that you are being pulled through the tunnel, when in fact you car doesn’t move. Sylvie and Estella loved it and you can tell by their expressions below, their smiles speak the truth.

It was a bitter sweet goodbye (for now) to TIOH religious school as the final day was last Sunday over Zoom. TIOH has done an amazing job these past eight weeks by continuing to immerse us all in a strong sense of community. We look forward to Friday evening where we Zoom in for Shabbat Services and Candle Lighting, and on Sunday and Wednesday when the children go to Zoom classes. It has been pretty seamless this whole time and I tip my hat to TIOH. For now, we will miss Charlie’s voice, Sarah’s leadership and Rabbi Josie’s wisdom. Hanging out with them each week has brought us so much joy and connection.

The week was also filled with bike rides, May the Fourth, and drive by birthday celebrations. We look forward to these moments that mix up the week and provide us with a detour along the path. Personally though, I was thrilled to Zoom Leica’s Chat with one of my favorite photographers, Peter Turnley, who has been covering the epidemic in NYC through his project The Human Face of Covid 19. It’s a beautiful compilation of images filled with so much inspiration, humility, humanity and love celebrating people across all walks of life - those that need help and those that provide it. The images are breathtaking. They break your heart but at the same time show the human spirit as this unwavering guiding light that can’t be broken. Here is a link to his video of images.

Peter Turnley - The Human Face of Covid-19 - New York City

So back to the beginning. Let’s continue to look for strength, prop each other up, and look for that confidence. Let’s commit ourselves to making the world better and not forget that we are all going through this which makes us connected. Continue to share your stories, don’t be scared to ask for help and those that can, make sure to give it.

Be well all. Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay home. Until next week…

*Sylvie & Estella pose for a selfie while making cupcakes 5/3/20.*

*The Final TIOH Religious School Zoom 5/3/20.*

*Going through the neighborhood car wash at Van Nuys & Magnolia Blvd 5/3/20.*

*Friends grabbing some juice at Juice Crafters on Ventura Blvd 5/4/20.*

*Three bikes practicing social distancing 5/4/20.*

*May The Fourth Be With You - Sylvie & Estella celebrate Star Wars Day 5/4/20.*

*Leica Zoom Chat with photographer Peter Turnley 5/5/20.*

*Jamie Angel Stark celebrates her birthday with a birthday caravan of close friends 5/5/20.*

Quarantine Days - Week 7 - A Visual Diary

May 04, 2020 in Leica

Maybe it’s just me, but is it getting harder each week or more frustrating?!?!?

It’s the question I’ve been asking pretty much all week as we battled our way through a seventh stay at home week. We are all doing our best but our fuses feel much shorter and what can push us off our game is the slightest breeze. The isolation bubble is fine. Being with my family is the greatest gift of my life. Sylvie and Estella have matured in ways these past seven weeks that reach beyond their years. They have a greater sense of the world, an independence, but at the same time have needs like any other child. They need room to roam, the great wide open to explore. I’m sure they dream differently, the freedom of expression has been muted a bit. Life experience has been put a little on hold. Is it harder or just more frustrating? I’m grateful for my wife and all she does. With mother’s day approaching I hope I can take away some of that stress, give her time to feel like a woman, and have time to herself.

At the same time though, we are blessed for the moments where the love is all around us. It keeps us going, reminds us that we are not alone, that there is connection and beauty in the simple things. Like a pair of roller skates and roller blades as a gift from friends. The girls woke up all week and the first thing they did was strap on their skates and skate back and forth in the back yard from one end to other over and over again! It gave them happiness, something new to look forward to. And Amanda did face masks and cream with the girls a night before bed. To think that was a big deal, something special. We washed the cars and set up sprinklers in the backyard. Amanda got a care package from her dad, went through all her old pictures, reliving high school moments and texting her friends. I got on my fixie, like old times, and went out into the world a couple times to see some peeps. I sat with the Croll’s in their backyard and caught up, got to visit with my god daughter Cleo, and see that smile up close.

I met Estella’s teacher at school to pick up assignments for the coming weeks. She was shinning to see her students, if only for a brief moment up close, knowing they are okay and keeping a positive attitude. So much love. So much worry though too. So much concern for those little minds that she spent nearly 40 hours a week with everyday in person. She is a hero.

We had a nice surprise visit from the Rosenberg family. It was a moment for Alexa and Sylvie to catch up. They’ve been friends since the day they were born and last year went to summer camp together back in Wisconsin. I hope they will have that opportunity again this summer. Time will tell.

Not much else to report. Looking forward to getting back to it when we can. Staying hopeful that is in the coming month(s). We need to continue to reach out and stay connected. Stay positive and know this will not go on forever. There will come a day when we get back to it, that we’ll be able to hug and not let go. I look forward to that day!

Be well all. Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay home. Until next week…

*The Kester Elementary Yard is overgrown with weeds. It almost looked abandoned 4/25/20.*

*Mrs. Richardson and her daughter wait in the Kester Elementary parking lot to distribute the next three weeks of assignments for Estella’s first grade class 4/25/20.*

*The Rosenberg’s surprised us with a quick visit. Alexa and Sylvie have been friends since the day they were born 4/25/20.*

*Creams and face masks made up the evening activity before bed 4/25/20.*

*Estella & Sylvie play an intense game of Roblox to pass the time 4/26/20.*

*The car was is need of a deep cleanse so Sylvie decided to lend a hand 4/26/20.*

*Estella jumps through the sprinkler on a hot afternoon day in the valley 4/26/20.*

*Roller skating and blading has been all the rage after the Fuentes girls gave Estella & Sylvie their skates 4/28/20.*

*Amanda going through boxes and boxes of picture that her father sent 4/29/10.*

*Visiting with the Croll’s on a Friday afternoon 5/1/20.*

Quarantine Days - Week 6 - A Visual Diary

April 25, 2020

March 13 was the last day I was in the office. I had breakfast that morning at Art’s Deli with an executive from Sony, went into Amblin to gather a few things like my laptop and a few folders, and headed home around noon. In that moment, it was a trial work from home experiment. That was 42 days ago, 42 days of what has become mandated working from home, balancing the kids schooling, doing constant dishes, and folding of laundry, making beds, organizing the house, trying to get runs in around the hood, juggling the roller coaster of all of our emotions each day. Amanda and I keeping those smiles alive not only for our kids, but for us too. It’s really hard!

This past week was all about Estella, the lead up week to her 7th birthday that was yesterday, April 24, 2020. She’s been counting the days since April 1st. Amanda said to me when this whole pandemic started that we were probably going to have to cancel her party. For a 7 year old, thats tough to comprehend. But leave it to Amanda to pull off the impossible. She ordered art supplies, personally delivered them to Estella’s friends, even made it possible for Estella’s cousin in Chicago to participate by having supplies delivered to Northbrook, and set up a zoom birthday with an art instructor to take the kids through a Butterfly collage. Friends went a step further by doing chalk art on our sidewalk and driving by with streamers and placards wishing Estella a Happy Birthday. What more could a kid want. It will definitely be a birthday that Estella will never forget, and it was a beautiful birthday.

When will things get back to normal? I wish I could look into a crystal ball and see the future. Patience is for sure a virtue right now and the beauty of spending this time with the people you love, gets you through it. I’m curious what our children will think when this is all over.

I guess the idea is not to stress too much. But that’s hard. How can we not be stressed? How can we not worry? What is it all going to look like in the end? Am I doing enough professionally, keeping up relationships? Those are some of the questions that come to mind all hours of the day. It’s hard, but I think it’s really important to keep as positive as mind as possible. Talk and communicate with others, don’t stay in the bubble, share you story and hear stories from others. Figure out ways to connect through art, dialogue, text, FaceTime, movies, shows, music, etc. It’s important and essential.

Be well all. Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay home. Until next week…

*Estella chills on the guest room couch wrapped in her iPod touch 4/18/20.*

*We’ve resorted to playing old school Mario Bros on the Nintendo Switch 4/18/20.*

*Estella & Sylvie break out the Radio Flyer that we’ve had for 10 years 4/19/20.*

*Amanda preps the art supplies to be delivered for Estella’s virtual birthday party 4/21/20.*

*With the warm weather, clothes dry outside on the backyard table 4/21/20.*

*Sylvie jams on some early morning homework while eating breakfast 4/23/20.*

*Estella rides her sister’s bike in the driveway while Amanda & Sylvie are out delivering art supplies 4/23/20.*

*Estella poses for a picture with her ice cream cake 4/24/20.*

*The tennis net is up and ready for play in the backyard, though hard to get a game with the girls 4/24/20.*

Quarantine Days - Week 5 - A Visual Diary

April 18, 2020

The ever continuous revolving days extends itself into a fifth week of staying home. We wake up each morning and it’s hard to remember what day of the week it is. Everything happens a little slower, even though the days during the week seem to pass quickly. I think it’s due to that constant changing of direction from one task to another that fuels the day. With that said, most of us have been sleeping a little later and staying up beyond what was normal before. We listen to jazz, we make dinner around 7pm, Roblox is a religion, Jenga and Uno to keep us busy too. We look up dogs on the internet that we one day may buy. Estella wants a puppy so bad and good friends of ours just adopted. We cruise around Hodinkee and learn ukulele chords from online instruction.

I think we’ve been a little more creative and imaginative this past week, whether pretending we are at the beach basking in the hot sun or two celebrities on the run, trying to avoid the paparazzi. Creativity and imagination are important during this time. It’s too easy to get swallowed in the monotonous repetitions where it’s groundhog day every day of the week. Music, Art, Film, Dance, etc are things we look at for inspiration and hope. I decided to take a photography course from Magnum a few weeks ago and granted I’m slogging through the course, its an amazing outlet to get your head out of the mundane and into a creative space. So watch movies, do a deep dive into an artist you have always admired but haven’t had the time to really study, take an online course, start a TikTok account, or build your own Lego creation from scratch. The possibilities are endless.

Strangely, I think I’m going to be a little sad when things go back to normal. The new normal will take time and we know we’ll be home until at least May 15. Very curious how California is going to institute the reentry and what that will look like. But spending time with my girls is really special. We’ve bonded considerably, late night pillow talk, riding our bikes and debating what matters. Definitely a lot of arguing but its healthy to express yourself, and expected considering the circumstance of not having the number of emotional outlets that we had before stay at home. The communication from friends is pretty much electronic, where face to face means a screen between you, more texting, emojis and memes. We are due for a drive by.

Things will never be the same, but I think we’ll come out of this more inspired and determined to make the world a better place, join together as one and unite through our similarities as opposed to be pushed a part by what makes us different.

*Calof & Fuentes Ladies out for a bike ride in the neighborhood 4/11/20.*

*Estella pretends she’s at the beach on a hot summer Los Angeles day 4/11/20.*

*405 North at 730pm coming back from picking up dinner 4/11/20.*

*Estella & Sylvie preparing for the backyard Easter Egg Hunt 4/12/20.*

*Self Portrait. A strong beard game of five weeks finally came to a close the next morning 4/12/20*

*A game of Jenga to keep us busy Sunday evening 4/12/20.*

*The girls sing songs, play daddy’s guitars, and be silly 4/15/20.*

*Amanda works out at the home gym 4/15/20.*

*Sylvie & Estella pretend to be celebrities avoiding the paparazzi 4/16/20.*

Quarantine Days - Week 4 - A Visual Diary

April 10, 2020

I think it’s fair to say, it was the toughest week yet of quarantine at home. The constant rain for five days straight and the fact that it was Spring Break without a real plan, made for a week where we really had to think on the fly and come up with a plan each day, or not! In the midst of darkness, all you need is a little bit of light to find its way inside the blackness to brighten the world. Remember that.

We were enlightened by Glenda’s visit to deliver Easter Baskets to Sylvie and Estella, and more importantly, Glenda found Morning Star Veggie Sausage at the grocery store and also personally delivered to our home for Sylvie. We count on that stuff for her an it’s been literally out of stock. But leave it to our Glenda to find some! We were also visited by Jamie, Blake and Jade Stark to talk from a social distance and catch up, where they brought fresh baked cookies and cupcakes for their best friends Sylvie and Estella.

We were lucky to get out into the neighborhood earlier in the week with a run/walk to Kester Elementary, as well as along the Los Angeles River Bike Path before the rain hit. Still a strange feeling to see a school that is usually alive with energy of young kids, ghostly quiet and empty during school hours. As the cabin fever began to take it’s toll, it was decided that I would take the girls on a drive to Malibu and back. We went north up the 101 freeway to Malibu Canyon Pass, the beautiful scenery surrounding us from 350 degrees. We cut over to the PCH, down toward Santa Monica, but not before peeling off on Sunset Blvd as we made our way back toward the 405 freeway and eventually home. What is most usually a two hour car ride, we made it round trip in one. Originally, the girls were not looking forward to the ride, but when we pulled up and saw the ocean, their eyes lit up with excitement, something so simple that they can see whenever they want, touched them as special in the midst of the one mile radius they have become accosted to these past four weeks. Sadly though, all the parking lots, spots along the PCH were taped off so nobody congregates at the beach. Lots of police activity monitoring and enforcing, etc.

Strangely enough, it’s also the week of the beginning of Passover, where Jews around the world remember the story of how they were freed as slaves from Egypt, and the plagues that were cast down as they escaped. There is some irony in there for sure. Also, we usually open our doors and proclaim, “Let all who are hungry come and eat. Let all who are needy come and celebrate the Passover.” This year was different, Amanda ordered food from Clementine that she went and picked up - brisket, salmon, coos close, vegetables, and matzoh ball soup, as many of us set Zoom seders to be with family and friends, celebrating together from near and far. D’ayneu!

Sylvie and her friends took advantage of the time by discovering online gaming playing Robles together. I think this was one of the first times Sylvie experienced FOMO. It’s screen time for sure, but it connects her with her friends she so deeply misses. Estella remained creative, discovering new music, making playlists and of course TIK TOK. We ordered her a violin for her birthday because, well, thats’ what she wanted. I hope we can get her into lessons and that she actually enjoys it. In the meantime, I will teach her the basics. I played for ten years, but I wanted to quit every day!

I’m amazed by my daughter’s resilience. It is not easy at all, but day in and day out, they continue to have positive attitudes and are finding ways to pass the time. I think that comes from their openness to imagination and knowing how to create something out of nothing.

The stay home initiative has been pushed to May 15. We continue to reflect and push on. Amanda and I work hard each day. I know all of you are too and it’s not easy. The new norm is the new norm. I stay active by looking for inspiration in my photography, studying the great ones, watching as many movies and shows as possible, continuing to immerse myself in the history of Hollywood through documentaries, and reaching out to friends and family to share stories and experiences. I think this is really important. We should all share our stories with one another.

Be well all. Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay home. Until next week…

*Sylvie and Estella bounce on the bed before bedtime on 4/2/20.*

*Looking through the fence of Kester Elementary School, four weeks ago students were sent home 4/4/20.*

*Sylvie riding her bike on the Los Angeles River Bike Path, two blocks south of our neighborhood 4/4/20.*

*On the Los Angeles River Bike Path, a lonely trashy face mask lays on the side 4/4/20.*

*Jamie Angel Stark stopped by, at a social distance, to hang and catch on the last few weeks 4/5/20.*

*Estella dresses the toilet to look like a face sticking out its tongue 4/6/20.*

*Going for a drive up the 101 heading north toward Malibu, CA 4/9/20.*

*Passover Seder plate, a gift from my grandmother, Sophie Teener to Amanda and I for our wedding 4/9/20.*

*Estella, Amanda and Sylvie ZOOM with family for Pesach. Even Penguie joined 4/9/20.*

Quarantine Days - Week 3 - A Visual Diary

April 03, 2020

The news hit hard yesterday with over 1 million reported cases around the world, and two hundred and thirteen thousand plus here in the United States. We are doing our best to stay put. We are grateful to have a place that can function as a lot of different things - home gym, home office, school classroom, art studio, etc. We practice social distancing, and though we’ve gone out a few times to pick up food or do the occasional drive by to see friends, the streets lay empty all hours of the day, we hear military helicopters in the air, and for the most part, we are home taking advantage of every inch we can find.

Update: We have reintroduced the STICKER CHART like when our children were three years old (they are currently 10 and almost 7), and it seems to be working! Breakfast between 8-9am, School 9am-12pm, Lunch 12-1pm, Sister/Play Time 1-3pm, Quiet Time 3-4pm, Exercise 4-5pm, and so on. We fill those in between moments with Legos and art projects, and walks or bike rides in the hood. We are keeping our heads, though some days are harder than others, doing what we must, braving the grocery store, making dinner as a family, grinding through work, and having the occasional glass of wine…well, not really, kind of close to a bottle a night. We FaceTime friends and family regularly. It’s important to stay connected. We all need to know that we are not alone. Everyone in the world is going through this right now.

Last Saturday, Estella’s 1st Grade Teacher, Mrs. Richardson met us in the parking lot of Kester Elementary to give us the next three weeks worth of lessons. Each morning Estella logs into Google Classroom where she gets a welcome video from her teacher, the days instructions, and online learning videos that help her hone her reading and math skills. Monday and Friday’s her teacher hosts a Zoom call with the class, and moving forward there will be Academy, where 5-6 students at a time will meet virtually once or twice a week for instruction. Mrs Richardson, along with Sylvie’s teacher Mrs. D’Breau have gone above and beyond to make these kids feel a part of a class community again, and keep the learning moving forward in a way that is manageable and retained.

We are figuring out what to do next week when the girls go on Spring Break and how to have a seder so we can celebrate Passover. I’m sure there will be more Legos, more movies, and more Mario Party. I think it might be good to just go on a drive, head up the 101, cut through Malibu Canyon Pass to the PCH, right around sunset as the sun dips into the sea.

Another week in the books. Stay Safe, Stay Healthy, Stay Home.

*Ventura & Beverly Glen 9am, usually the busiest intersections in the valley on a work day morning 3/28/20.*

*Mels Drive In at the corner of Kester & Ventura is open for take-out 3/28/20.*

*Estella’s teacher, Mrs. Richardson and her daughter meet us at Kester 3/28/20.*

*Bobby, Jasper and Cleo Croll on their driveway. Bobby and I have been friends since 1998 3/28/20.*

*Estella does a Zoom call with all her classmates. She was so happy to see all her friends 3/30/20.*

*Estella takes some time to put together a Lego & Friends house Saturday afternoon 3/28/20.*

*Estella & Sylvie sit at their little picnic table that we’ve had for at least seven years and do some art 3/31/20.*

*Amanda works out in what is the new home gym 4/2/20.*

Quarantine Days - Week 1 & 2 - A Visual Diary

March 27, 2020

It’s been hard on all of us, from whatever walk of life you are from. My heart goes out to those that lost their jobs, who are grinding each day to stay afloat. Routine is key and to try, under the circumstances keep a smile as best we can. It’s hard. Yep, it’s really really hard. We look out our windows and see the spaces around us. It looks pretty normal, life moves forward. But put 6 or more people together in a small space, and the worst could come to fruition.

We’ve been spending our days in routine. I think it’s good to try and continue the routines we were doing before this pandemic took us by storm. For example, we get up, we make breakfast, we check the news, I make all the beds in the house, Amanda puts in a load of laundry. We empty the dishwasher and get the kids ready for school. They brush their hair, maybe play a little in the playroom, but come 10am, we are into classroom and zoom mode.

The constant struggle is changing directions every 20 minutes. Rolling from zoom call, to helping the kids with their studies, back to work, following up on deals, another zoom call, getting the notes out, hearing the pitch, finalizing the marketing campaign, back to the kids, oh wait…it’s time to make lunch, putting on your chef hat, loading the dishwasher, getting a work out in, etc. And on and on and on. We are all wearing a lot of hats right now.I say it like, each day a huge tornado blows through our house, we pick up the pieces, and reset for the next day.

There is a beauty in it though, too. All of us under one roof for days on end, we get to be with our families and grow and comfort each other how we probably never have before. It’s a blessing, and though we all want to get back to normal life, I think we will look back and strangely miss these days. Life is at its best when the music is playing, someone is crying, someone is laughing, and someone is giving me a hard time!

I’ve been taking a few pictures along the way. It’s a struggle to find time to upload, edit and finalize. For the most part, these pictures are in and around the house and the neighborhood. There is definitely a sense of space and distance in these pictures that tell a different story than we are accustomed to. The visual landscape right now is vast, but there is still a way to capture and celebrate intimacy. Sharing a few with all of you.

Be safe, be healthy, be well.

*Estella & Sylvie stand a part as Amanda makes a picture of them at Fryman Canyon Park 3/21/20.*

*Overlooking the Valley between Laurel Canyon & Coldwater Canyon 3/21/20.*

*The Millers make a drive-by stop to see us in Sherman Oaks 3/22/20.*

*Social distancing at home! Amanda works on a real estate deal 3/23/20.*

*Sylvie & Blake link up for a bike ride, always staying at least six feet a part 3/24/20.*

*The new norm - online class learning. Sylvie’s backpack will remain right here until at least May 1st 3/25/20.*

*The Kester Elementary empty school yard and parking lot 3/25/20.*

*The silver lining for Estella, is that she learned to ride her bike. Check out the empty afternoon street 3/25/20.*

University of Wisconsin, Madison - A Photo Essay

March 14, 2020

Visiting Madison on a weekend as opposed to during the week when classes are in session is a much different experience. A college town that prides itself on the hustle and bustle student life, lays dormant until the late hours of the morning. Students finally waking in the late morning hours from hibernation after a night of cocktails and dreams.

As I set foot out the door around 10am Saturday morning, a quietness still washed over the sleepy city. Some students up and about, but for the most part, alarm clocks had not gone off. My room at the Hilton overlooked Monona Terrace, facing south towards John Nolen Drive. Lake Monona was covered in snow, a few ice fishing holes visible but for the most part a desert barre vista of white. Capital Square loomed behind me as I made my way to Colectivo Coffee. A lot has changed in 18 years. When it was once just a portable CD player you brought to a coffee shop, laptops littered the tables with smart phones and Beats head phones, students in their own bubble, multitasking between weekend studying and Instagram. It was how I remember it, people were friendly and the tenure to get up and go was lost in the collegiate vibe of sleepy eyes and yawns . This was Saturday morning. Take your time, Nowhere to be in a hurry.

After a perfect Latte and Southwestern egg/rice bowl, I walked the walk that I had done so many times before, down State Street toward the mecca Bascom Hill. I made a quick detour though, to stop by 408 N Henry Street where I lived my senior year. Still littered with bicycles and that red brick, the building remains trapped in time. So many great memories in that basement space, the low ceilings, tennis and Halloween parties, graduation.

I continued down State Street, now dominated by more commercial fair, and high rises with incredible amenities to compete with the other major schools of the Big Ten, as well as across the country. But there is good news, State Street still has its charm of local flair - Jazzman, Ragstock, family owned Chocolate Shoppe Ice Cream, The Sunroom, State Street Brats, Monday’s, Paul’s Club, and The City to name a few, bringing that sense of comfort home. Library Mall was a ghost town still at 11am, the occasional student taking a moment before heading into Memorial or College Library.

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From there it was about revisiting those monumental buildings of knowledge, up and over Bascom, where the mind was tested day in and day out, how we scrambled to get from one end of campus to the other in under 15 minutes, jealous of those that had a scooter to get around. It was a weird experience of no student traffic, almost like an apocalyptic nothing, empty streets and walkways. I relished in the silence, but closed my eyes and imagined the chatter of student life - “KK tonight? No, I have to study!!” Humanities, Van Vleck, Agriculture Hall, and Grainger all stood in their glory, those classic collegiate structures, some built in a time to protect against attacks or a sterile late 60s cold war revolution. Grainger is the newest of the bunch, home of the Business School, where I spent countless hours attending lectures, studying finance, real estate, biz law, and working on group projects. Sighhh.

I hate to admit, but I don’t think I really ever truly just sat at Memorial Union’s Rathskeller, sipping a beer by a warm fire, enjoying the room how it’s supposed to be enjoyed. It’s a rare space, with arching walls and academia everywhere. For those who are beer crazed, during peak seasons, they have over 30+ beers on tap and the terrace area overlooks Lake Mendota.

Over by Camp Randall though, is the other union, Union South. I remember going there as a pre-frosh with my dad for orientation, where I enrolled in my first college courses, originally picking Education as my major. My dream was to be a Math teacher! Union South has since moved/expanded to right next door. My dear friend, Danny Westerman (the reason I was in Madison in the first place to celebrate his milestone 40th birthday) was bowling with his family in the basement of Union South. I was making record time, I must have done all this and walked 5 miles before 2pm on Saturday.

As the day progressed, sleepy student life began to come out of hibernation. Once again, in all my years, I was faced with yet another activity I never did while a student - walk out onto Lake Mendota when it was frozen over. Students were taking selfies, ice bath challenges, drinking beers, as the music from a Sigma Alpha Epsilon party wafted its way onto the lake. I made a quick stop at the KK and shot one image looking down the galley behind the bar. It was packed inside, parents and their kids gathering for Greek Parent’s Weekend. From there, I headed up Langdon, students on their phones, parents with their kids on-the-go, and of course a Natty Light Beer run and motor scooter shot for good measure. Scanner Dan was around, and I did see him, however, now rolling in a wheel chair, still very nice to all the girls.

The sun was starting to go down and the longer shadows cast as night life of Madison started to take shape. I left the camera in the bag the rest of the evening, as I wanted to enjoy Danny’s big birthday. The Russians, well, they love their vodka, so there were plenty of shots to go around. Beautiful speeches about a stand up guy, who I have been friends with more than half my life. Wherever we may be, and whenever we reunite, it’s like we saw or spoke to each other only yesterday. A great father, husband, coach and friend. I wish Danny, Elizabeth, James and Thomas lived closer. I am forever grateful for our friendship. And spending Shabbat with your parents and sister was a highlight of the weekend.

In and out in 48, walking amongst some of the student body, and getting to hit some tennis balls with Danny made the weekend that much more sweet. Would definitely be fun to go back again. Huss, Sutty, Croll, Lovey, Ral, Bethy, Tom, Dan? You guys with me? We’ll tip one back for Bram. Maybe a football or hockey game, burger at the Nitty Gritty, Mickies Dairy Bar for brunch…all sounds really great. To my boy, GW, for living in the Mad City and giving this old guy a reason to return with a navy blue pea coat, plaid scarf, Moscot shades, his Leica M6, and rolls of Trix 400. What. A. Weekend.

Puerto Vallarta

January 20, 2020 in Holiday

It’a hard to put it all into words. The adventure of being with your family, especially your young children, all of you on an odyssey of being in a foreign land, taking in the culture, the smells, the tastes, the phonetics of sound, etc. It’s like a cacophony of chaos that then fades away into the beauty of living in a real dream. We are fortunate we get to do the things we do. Travel the world. See it. Experience it. Though we are only seeing a sliver inside our peripheral, we can still soak it in, learn from it, and better ourselves to understanding the world.

Travel is for trying new things. We want to be comfortable of course on vacation - it’s time to relax and reflect - but at the same time we need to push it because we don’t know when we will be back. Each moment affects the next and the clock starts ticking from the moment you arrive. We try not to think about that, but rather be present, close our eyes, let the sun fall upon our face, breath it in, and let it out. The moments will come, they will unfold all around you. Sometimes you don’t even have to look, they are just there. Recognizing them though, well, thats the icing on the cake where it can carry you away into the breeze, flutter along like a butterfly until you put your feet back on the ground. Those, I think, are the special ones.

I think some of my favorite moments on the trip were being in the marina and down town. Those were the evenings where we had to push ourselves and go explore. It’s easy to stay put when the hotel has everything you need. But instead, we hit the streets, mixed with the people, road in cabs, bargained for trinkets, and surrounded ourself in the energy of a time and place. Restaurants at the end of cobblestone streets, singing mariachi bands with a vibrato and soul.

At the same time, we had the beauty of paradise always within reach. Literally the ocean at the end of our bed, the sound of crashing waves, to lull us to sleep each night, to then awake to the salty morning air recharged. We walked the beach, jumped waves, gave turtles to the sea, and never tried to let a moment slip by.

Year in Photographs 2019

January 02, 2020

Here are links to the year in pictures from Time Magazine, The New York Times, National Geographic, and my personal favorite Magnum. One of my favorite things to do at the end of the year is sift through these images, and bring some clarity and sense to what happened over the last year. It’s a time for reflection but more importantly to learn with the hope of doing better next year.

Time Magazine

https://time.com/2019-photos/

New York Times

https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/world/year-in-pictures.html

National Geographic

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/photography/best-pictures-2019/

Magnum

https://www.magnumphotos.com/newsroom/magnum-picture-of-the-year-2019/

Top of the Rock, 30 Rockefeller Plaza, Observation Deck

Retreat to Simi Valley

December 21, 2019

A few weeks ago we retreated to Simi Valley with Temple Israel of Hollywood. I was never a traditional camp person as a kid. I was either traveling playing tennis or hockey, or at some sports camp during the summer time. I missed out on Herzl Camp where my sister went, my mother before her, and my grandmother.

I have to take a step back and explain just how special a place like Temple Israel of Hollywood is though . Sylvie went to pre school there for three years. Each day, from the very beginning, there was this undeniable sense of community. Didn’t matter where you were from, what you did, what your background was, what socioeconomic class you were from, Temple Israel made you feel at home. Now that my kids only attend Hebrew School there, when we come on Sunday’s, it’s that exact same feeling of warmth and connectedness. I cry every time we sing Oseh Shalom, sitting with Amanda, Sylvie and Estella as we come together as community before the kids go off to class. High Holiday’s or Shabbat, or whenever we are at this special place, I’m proud to be there, where I can let the day or week wash away, and just be present for a few hours to feel something more.

We were excited to attend this special weekend with other TIOH families, staying in the dorms, kids in cabins, lots and lots of activities, and of course time to just be present and connect with everyone. From Shabbat to Saturday morning singing, rock climbing, arts and crafts, hiking, seeing the animals, Havdalah, and saying goodbye, it is a weekend we will cherish for a long time as we look forward to the next time.

My First Leica

December 09, 2019 in Leica

To own a Leica camera is like being in a really really cool club. That little red dot. That rectangular body. And that sexy lens. It’s the perfect tool for making pictures.

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was late spring 2012. I had finally worked up the courage to go to Samy’s Camera on Fairfax in the hope of trading in all my Nikon gear to put toward my first Leica rangefinder camera.

I watched that Wim Wenders short video for the Leica M8 on repeat, dreaming of the day where I might hold my own Leica in my hand. Something so simple and elegant. And that sound, that click that is so unbelievably sexy when you press the shutter release, the shutter opens and closes, and you’ve made a picture.

When I arrived at the store, I think I literally said “today’s the day.” There is a specific person you need to see who will look at and price out all your gear you want to trade so I made sure to come on the day he worked. My goal was the hope that my gear would cover at least the M9 body and I would put fresh cash toward a lens. I was introduced to Ted Szilagyi who sadly passed away a few years ago. He was the Leica specialist who could talk to me about the camera I was about to buy. He had a big smile. This was before Samy’s on Fairfax remodeled so Leica could have their own special area up on the third floor. Until then, Leica was at the counter with all the other camera brands.

Ted walked me through everything. He was as excited as me. I was in awe. I remember when he unboxed the M9 and he said “this camera has never been touched by human hands.” That was cool, I thought. He found a memory card, slotted it in, popped on a lens and had me demo the camera. I had never shot a rangefinder camera so it was all new to me, especially how to focus. I acted like I knew what I was doing.

The sales clerk came back and gave me a number for my old gear. I was a little short and kindly asked him if he’d bump it up another two hundred because I was hoping my old bodies and lenses would at least cover the body of the new camera. I told him I’d spent a lot a money at the store over the years (which I had, honestly)! He agreed, and Ted and I picked out a lens. I didn’t have a ton of cash so I went with a Leica 35mm f/2.5 Summarit Lens. I got weak in the knees. I was ready to make some pictures.

I still own and cherish that camera. I ended up putting black tape over the red dot and the M9 engraving. I thought I was a badass street photographer who wanted to float under the radar. I was silly, but I’ll never forget that day of buying my first Leica for as long as I live.

Thanksgiving 2019

November 30, 2019 in Holiday

Simple. Beautiful. Eclectic. Delicious. This year we opted to stay in Los Angeles for Thanksgiving. The hustle and bustle of LAX stress i think has taken its toll. Last year it took us an hour from In-And-Out on Sepulveda to be dropped at our terminal. To put it lightly, it was a nightmare. The beauty about LA, is that everyone seems to go out of town so the simplicity of getting around is quite easy. Though at first we thought we might be orphaned, The Thwaites’ invited us for turkey dinner. The evening was great, amazing champagne, wine, charcuterie plate, turkey, stuffing, potatoes and pie. Kids played in the play room while the adults had a moment to unwind. Grateful for such wonderful friends.

Field Trip

October 23, 2019 in Kids

It’s not all the time you get to spend the day with your daughter and her classmates on a Field Trip, seeing them in their element amongst their friends, a little embarrassed, a little excited, mostly awkward, but confident too, all at the same time.

I was able to attend Sylvie’s field trip to the Gene Autry Museum, learning about the radio and television sensation, his love of baseball, and all the wonderful things Autry was able to do for the people of Los Angeles. We even had time to dig for a little gold while we were at it.

Along with our guide, I was in charge of a group of four or so kids, wandering around the museum, some interactive team building exercises and then lunch out on the field under the trees. The kids ran around and played tag before it was time to get back on the bus to school.

I’m incredibly happy that I had the opportunity to be with these kids and see them, well, just be kids!

““The eye should learn to listen before it looks.””

— Robert Frank

Robert Frank

September 19, 2019 in Photographer

Grateful to have gazed on your images that have inspired me to say something true through my own photographs. Thank you, Mr. Frank.

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