Photo of the Day:: 09.01.13
© Jessica Janoski Photography
© Jessica Janoski Photography
So last week I posted a couple images of gorgeous models parading around the city promoting Bolivia’s fashionable journal and notebook brand Tilibra, but silly me, I failed to post here. To make up for it, here’s a couple more shots you won’t find on the good ‘ol Facebook, or any of its other social(…)
Life usually throws me surprises in the form of embarrassing ailments and disfigurements. For instance, I was really quite marveled by that one time my face was temporarily paralyzed after a spectacular Hawaiian fishing trip. And I can’t explain the joys I experienced when a Peruvian parasite showed up out of the blue and hung around for a(…)
I have a confession. To say I’ve put photography on the back burner is an understatement. Let’s just say my little hiatus has kept it a hidden talent since I’ve moved to Bolivia. Somewhere between uprooting from my base in the States to settling in Santa Cruz I lost my mojo. Or rather, I’ve loosened(…)
The opening line of Disney’s The Lion King is one hard to forget. “Life’s not fair, is it? You see I, well, I will never be king,” muses a sulking Scar as he paces about his lair. Unforgettable as we seem to say it often ourselves, do we not? At eight years old I expressed(…)
A few treasures I’ve picked up on the road this past year. Yearning for another adventure…
More like, life a few weeks ago. Leaving the city behind, the bf and I headed out to the country for a long weekend at a family farm. Road trip, baby. Fives hours and a couple energy drinks led us to one of Santa Cruz’s nearest lakes where we spent every moment of the weekend(…)
Saturday, April 6, 2013 Estadio Ramón Tahuichi Aguilera , Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia I guess you can call Mother Nature a soccer fan. After a week of relentless rainfall, the skies parted just long enough for a friendly exhibition game between Bolivia and Brazil at Estadio Ramón Tahuichi Aguilera in Santa Cruz yesterday.(…)
Hailing from the great Midwest, I spent my youth rolling in thick blankets of snow and launching myself into giant piles of leaves in anticipation for the coming winter whiteout. And while summers were spent in one of Minnesota’s thousands of lakes, we clambered over giant iron rocks and hiked a waterfront of woods instead(…)