As I sit with a heating pad in my lap, a blanket over my shoulders, and listen to rain pour down all clickity-clackety on our roof, I stopped to visit this sequence of shots of a bubble artist we saw on the river front in Porto, Portugal in May 2015. Bubbles are so great in that they produce these beautiful shapes and a rainbow of colors that come from items you probably already have at home: water, dish soap, rope, sticks, and a bucket. They are simple creations that bring smiles to faces and a sense of wonder to the mind.



Welcome | Marivic Pinedo | February 12, 2017

About the above image: The influence of painter Edward Hopper guided me to snap this as quickly as I could (This volunteer moved right after I took it). It reminded me of many of Hopper’s paintings and how they illustrate lonely and quiet postures, and long dramatic shadows. The portrait on the wall is Johnny Jones by Marti Corn.


The Outwin 2016: American Portraiture Today from the Smithsonian’s National Portrait Gallery is on display at the Tacoma Art Museum. If you are in the Puget Sound area of Washington State, go and spend a couple of hours and treat yourself to a fine exhibit.

Candidly speaking, portraiture is not my strength when it comes to photography, but it doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it. And perhaps I’ve only been asked to do portraiture in the sense that someone needs a headshot or holiday cards made, as opposed to a photo where I collaborate with a subject to tell a greater story, which is what this exhibit does so very well. With each portrait, I found myself asking “Who is this person?” before the next question, “What choices did this artist make when considering how to present their subject, and why?”.

In the car ride home I unraveled my thoughts on the collection, about what I felt made it successful. In the end, the portraits that were chosen transcended the usual technical excellence and mainstream/popular visual aesthetic. With each, I met a person through their gaze, through their hair, or through how they held their hands. With each person, I became curious, my empathy and wonder feelers turned on high. Unlike viewing portraits that were commissioned hundreds of years ago to flatter a person in a high position, these were not just pretty portraits; these were lives. They are lives that are examples of many others like them that exist in this time, now, experiencing things I could experience or can relate to, or at least try to understand. They are not about status, but human existence.

To pique your curiosity, I decided to crop these phone pics of some of the work I saw on purpose. Seeing them in person is just more powerful, and they are totally worthy of your personal visit.


Shreds of Thought

In an experiment to transfer a photo onto wood, I was left with the paper I had to rub off to expose the print. It was fairly successful, but not perfect. Of course, I then found the shreds more interesting.

I Want To Break Free | February 9, 2017
Ideas, They Come to Me In Pieces | February 9, 2017


And, Just Like That, My Mind | February 9, 2017


January 21, 2017 – A March


Top | Left: Indigenous Sisters Resistance leading the march
Right: A participant of the march with the message of the importance of nonviolence

Middle | Left: The sign on the left says “No Human Being is Illegal. Human beings can be beautiful or more beautiful, they can be fat or skinny, they can be right or wrong, but illegal? How can a human being be illegal? – Elie Wiesel.” And if the photo isn’t clear, that sign says: “Black Lives Matter.”
Right: Volunteers distributing water to marchers

Bottom | Left: PRIDE flag used as a cape
Right: A pretty simple statement by an awesome 4-year old is “I Love All Humans”

Through the Fire

The weather is hovering between 30-32F degrees today. We even had – what I like to call – snow dandruff. So, we eased into our morning with some reading by the fire. It then turned into “Let’s look through my water glass and take pictures of the fire.” It made me think of a super hero or villain who could harness and wield fire and throw it at a nemesis. My husband said it made it look like I might be blowing glass. Either way, I had fun playing this morning.



Four Eyes

I’ve been wearing glasses since I was 6 years old. I remember my mom asking my brother to take me to my class on the first day of school and seating me closer to the front because I was having trouble seeing. Since then, I’ve gone through dozens of pairs of glasses. The 80s were a hideous time. Looking back to the 90s and the thin-wired frames make me shudder. The 2000s brought plastic rims and wire temple combos and thin plastic framing.

By the 2010s, a vintage renaissance seemed to have begun, and horned rim frames started coming back. Companies got innovative and metal was no longer restricted to tubular thin wires wrapped around a lens. It was flattened, widened, and flared. Those with smaller bridges could get the style, and benefit from the nose pad support. I was an eager customer. But as lovely as they are, after a few years comfortably flashing this look, I craved getting a pair plastic frames. I wanted the heft, the substantial luscious look. So a little over a year ago, I visited the eyeglass store and looked around.

Plucking a Kate Spade here, and slipping on pairs of the latest ProDesign frames there, a pair by Masunaga caught my eye. It was two-toned, a 50s corvette red that faded to a delicate cream. They were daring, sturdy, and forgive the pun, eye-catching. I worried that they’d be too daring. But at the time, I so very much wanted to live louder and more badass than I had been. So bought them, I did.

Here, I tried out some product photos of my eyewear. The selfies are from the archives, modeling each pair.

Legre, 2011
I loved these when I got them. A sold dark bronze color with those diamond cutouts on the edges of the prominent horns that reached out to the corners. I wore these at my wedding, against the opinion of many. But I insisted. My glasses are such a huge part of my identity, and as I’ve gotten older it’s been difficult keeping my eyes moist (that said, my tears on that day could have fixed that!)

ProDesign, 2013
The Legres proved pretty deep in lens height, so I went slimmer. These grey ProDesigns had a lovely matte finish. And the purple trim was a nice touch. With my very strong prescription, I had to actually go back and get high definition lenses that made the focus area wider than with regular high-index lenses. This made them lighter and thinner, and they looked like I wasn’t even wearing lenses.


Masunaga, 2015
What I wear now. I got my red luscious look going. I took the selfie right after i picked them up from the shop. I paid a little extra to get nose pad extensions (extra plastic) so they’d sit further from my face. What I like about that, is that the integrity of the style is retained, and the frames don’t look rigged. The case is gorgeous and is a great travel companion.


Last week I got a recorded reminder from my eye doctor alerting me that it’s time for my yearly eye exam. I will probably put it off a little longer. I’m really enjoying my little red corvette frames, and think I’ll wear them till the novelty rubs off – or my prescription changes.


Editing for the Cold

It was a dark Thanksgiving week. It was rain, rain, rain, sun break for a couple hours, and then more rain. I don’t remember ever being out in such wet and bone-chilling cold conditions. But when you have family in town, you do your best to show them a good time. We did have fun, but admittedly, the cold kept me from wanting to take any pictures. I mustered up this handful I shot with my Fuji X70 (I’m still getting to know it and what it’s best at shooting).


Quickly passing stores to find a place to warm up. A smoke shop on the north end of Broadway. Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA.
Looking out at the alley under Pike Place Market from Ghost Alley Espresso.
Home decor in a house rental. I was going for a polaroid punk flash lighting look.
Swimming in a deep shadow and drape patterns.
From where are you visiting? A map at Pike Place Market. 
The Fremont Troll grips the earth.
My sister-in-law channeling Michael Jackson at Gasworks Park. The wind was incredibly icy. We were on the hill for maybe three minutes before we left for Fremont Brewing to get warm.