Talk to me some more...

Like an other-worldly gift, an ethereal voice is a source of calm, stillness and tranquility - a pause in every day life.

Few are blessed with a heavenly sweet-sounding melody and notes that travel to blue skies only to return back to earth.

I remember my mother first playing Phoebe Snow's "Poetry Man" for me when I was a young girl. Snow's airy lilt slid into the walls and transformed the energy of the house- coloring my childhood with peace and imagination.

Over the years I've collected other songs that bring me to that same place... I hope you enjoy them all..

xoxoxoxo
Erica

Hello dear friends!

I haven't been writing for the past two years and suddenly in the last week I've stumbled upon this sweet blog once again.  Like an old trusty friend it's been waiting here.  Somehow like a diary that's been quiet on the back shelf it's waited for me to rest, heal, breathe and catch up.  And here we are.  I have missed writing and I have missed this community of artists, friends and readers.

The last two years have been busy with life.  In the midst of rushing around the little things have fallen by the wayside, but I am reminded that those little things are essential touchstones.  I've gathered a lot of wisdom in the last 730 days and I'm happy to be back with brand new gems.

I hope you'll continue to follow as we embark into a new year with an abundance of shiny new lessons and tales of adventure.

xoxoxo,
Erica

The Bennet School for Girls

I have piles and piles of photographs of abandoned homes.

What began as a hobby of researching historical buildings has now become something that I do quite frequently on my days off.  I was recently lucky enough to find out about the Bennet School for Girls in Poughkeepsie, NY.  A friend of mine read about it online and suggested we take a little road trip with our cameras and a thermos filled with homemade hot chocolate.  As soon as Sunday rolled around we headed north on the Taconic only to find the abandoned school just barely preserved by the winter air.
Moving past the chilly porch walls, climbing around wild thorns and brambles only to arrive at a water damaged ceiling ripping through to the open sky - we screamed with excitement at our discovery! Quite frankly, these are the moments that my camera lives for.  With my thorn ridden boots and fingertips numb I snapped photograph after photograph until I couldn't feel my hands any longer and then I even snapped some more after the fact.

These forgotten places are haunted by memories, music and nostalgia.  The stories of the lives that swept through are the only ghosts in these parts.  Still I find them romantic, enticing and unparalleled in their sheltered beauty.  I credit my friend Mike for finding this school and getting me to go despite the cold.  I'm grateful that I had a chilly day with a friend to explore the history of this exquisite building.   Sometimes I feel like a detective, other times like a photographer and still other times like an outsider who is lucky enough to get caught up in the child-like nostalgia that comes with exploring an old haunted house.

Three new gems just for you...

Here are three new gems for you...

Two from Kris Carr...










One from Alice Walker...





Such wisdom it takes to remain centered and balanced....
May  you all sustain your center and keep your integrity always.
Enjoy!
xoxoxo,
Erica

www.ericamazzeophotography.com

From My Latest Photo Shoot...

"Little Red Riding Hood"