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A Whirlwind Named Iris

I just love a thunderstorm. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean the scary kind that fells giant trees, knocks out power lines and hurts people. I’m talking about something a bit more gentle but alluring, a little wind whipping through the newly sprouted leaves, that fresh scent of rain, the sky a deep shade of blue grey and a crackle in the air. After the unusually, cold, snowy winter we had here in the DC area, it is a relief to sit on my front porch and feel spring blow in.

Speaking of whirlwinds, over the winter, I was commissioned by The Washington Post Magazine to photograph bestselling author Iris Krasnow. Like a spring storm, the air positively crackles when she enters a room with her sparkling green eyes, curly silver hair and magnetic personality. People, especially women are drawn to her and find themselves divulging their most closely guarded secrets, which then fill Iris’s books.

Little did I know that the intriguing, prolific writer lived about 10 minutes away from me in Annapolis, Maryland. We had to postpone several meetings due to snow but finally met at her rambling home on the Severn River, at American University where she is a journalism professor and finally at a party where she read from and signed her latest book: “Sex After…Women Share How Intimacy Changes as Life Changes.”

 

Thank you Iris for being such a marvelous subject. I know our secrets are safe with you.

Posted on Wednesday, April 30th, 2014 under Blog, News. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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