Ann Tartaglia

Once, in the middle of a dream I saw this area. Almost hidden from people's eyes, this view was all mine to enjoy. I stood in awe in front of this marvel and shyly snapped a photo. Was it really a dream or a dreamy reality I once lived, only days before happiness, vast deserts, endless driving, and a happy occasion on a loved beach.

Someday I'll return and I will drive on i89 again without a mask and without gloves.

I've come to believe that every single day of my life has been a joyride. Even this day, this Friday, amidst the dark clouds of mortality.

A couple of years ago we explored New Zealand. No plans for travelling at the moment but we hope that this too shall pass as soon as possible. .

Tonight, everything reminds me of that night, even the cold. But is it really the cold or that telephone number on my pnone that I will never call again?

Glimpses of spring

Let's put some warmth in our hearts and please the aesthetics of our eyes. Persimmons, autumn's favorite delicacy, at the beginning of winter. .

There are times that I think this voice I hide deep inside me will never cease. It will continue to talk and express myself like a relentless, impetuous waterfall.

The intoxicating feeling of speculation

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 from 'Fandango' [work in progress]

It's a terrible day to philosophize. .

Travelling to all these countries makes you appreciate light and how it differs from place to place.

For many years I was taking photos and editing them without knowing whatelse to do besides posting them on social media. I felt that there is something more to do than get a few likes and some single-word comments. The idea came from my dear husband, Glen Tartaglia: a book with photography and poetry. Now, I'm working hard on a rough draft with the working title: Fandango, a dramatic dance between imagery and poetry.

Looking at the heart of New Zealand .

Working hard on my first book, a combination of photography and poetry. Some of your beloved photos will be here too.