homemade things. i love to spend an entire day making things.  this day it was food. and more importantly food to give.  zucchini bread for a neighbor recovering from an illness and salmorejo (tomato and garlic dip) and raspberry cheesecake tarts for a very special birthday picnic. 
i believe when we make photographs with an intention in mind, it surfaces in the work. and similarly, i believe when we make food with an intention of giving, that is felt as well.


  1. If I learned only one thing about photography last summer intention is it, that seeing comes before clicking, and thinking before seeing.

  2. I just realized how hungry I am. Thanks.

  3. these are beautiful. And so are your words. Miss you so much Eileen. Thanks for still inspiring me so much.

  4. so good to hear from all of you! intention is everything. even if we think we are experiencing 'happy accidents', what is brewing within us comes out regardless. and thanks, hailey. finding inspiration myself in unexpected places! always searching...


talking with you.
about the state of the world.
and where we fit in.
crunching leaves...

moving through. simply.

airplane graveyard.
you stand among the ruins.
delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed.
motionless. burned out wings.
not knowing if the remains are yours.
injured girl.
rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair.
sun flare obscures your face and shoulder.
but you remain.
a giant among the battered pieces.
of this airplane graveyard.
and your world.

once we were best friends. without even knowing.
it's your turn to turn off the light.

once we were alike. without even knowing.
watching thunderstorms on the patio.

once we were confidantes. without even knowing.
we didn’t know what secrets were.

once we were happy. without even knowing.
that goodness meant we were together.

. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.

grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.

grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.

grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.

grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.

grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.

grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.

grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.

grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.

grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.

grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.

grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.

grow. i whispered. did i hear it? i am sure.