Since moving to Cleveland from sunshiny sparkling Florida many years ago, the down and dirty hard working aesthetic of our city has captivated me. The steel mills, the bridges, freighters, trains -- so much going on all the time. Looking at Cleveland is like seeing the intricate moving parts inside a machine. An assignment for Great Lakes Publishing recently earned me and my cameras a three-hour journey from the Cleveland Bulk Cargo Terminal at Whiskey Island to ArcelorMittal Steel. Three miles south on the twisting Cuyahoga River. I could not have been more excited to join Captain Jeremy Mock and Interlake Steamship Company's Chrissy Kadleck for that afternoon.
An assignment for Edible Cleveland led writer, Dan Scharf, and me plus a dozen or so of our friends and family to board tiny planes, smaller than my SUV, and fly 3 miles out into Lake Erie in zero degree weather for a day of ice fishing. We landed at Put In Bay airport on South Bass Island and then took snowmobiles a few miles west onto the lake, where we fished through holes drilled in the ice under cover in small shanties. This story won two Eddy Awards for best feature photography. Read the story here.
A few years ago, my family and I had the most incredible opportunity to move to New Zealand for my husband's job. We've been going back to this magical place every year or two since we moved home again to Ohio. In its native language, Maori, New Zealand is Aotearoa, the land of the long white cloud.