When I arrived in New York in August 2010 I'd never been there before. I vividly remember looking out the window as my bus emerged from the Lincoln Tunnel, and looking down on all the sidewalks. I'd never seen anything like it.
I exit the supermarket at dusk and there it is, beckoning me. Long have I wanted to give you a special gift, but haven't found it, until now, this jewel sliver of divine light, perfectly suspended in the deep blue early night sky.
You may know Dale Talde as the lovable two-time cheftestant who didn't quite make it to the finish line on Bravo's Top Chef. But the ambitious Asian-fusion connoisseur is now making a local name for himself in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
Yes, I want a picture or two of my daughters riding their bikes at dusk or playing in the foam of Lake Michigan, but I don't need hundreds of each. For me, to be behind the lens is to fix an additional screen between the person and the experience.
Can you persuade a teenager that one day he will be an adult who feels differently? Should you try? Can you capture the past in pixels? What exactly is lost when photos are never taken, or go up in smoke?
Have you noticed how often men wear their hats indoors? This is a breach of etiquette that some men don't seem to know about. And it's always surprising to me how many people do not remove their baseball caps when the National Anthem is sung.
This past December, I returned to Kolkata for the first time since 2004, this time with my husband, Kiran. Here is our story -- Kiran's photographs, my words -- of poverty, inspirational people, and, ultimately, hope.