just posted this image recently but excited to say it made it into a contest for self-portraits curated by
aline smithson.   the contest was sponsored by the vermont photography workplace and can be viewed

this image was fully formed in my head before i could make it.  i was in a house in the outerbanks for several weeks and after many daydreams, failed attempts and misguided prioritizing, i made the image in my head.  feels good to get those ideas/obsessions out into physical space, whatever that means.

and what that means, i guess, is this image means alot to me.


  1. Congratulations Eileen , your words and work are an inspiration , one of these weekends I'm up in the adirondacks I will have to jump the little pond to see the workplace and exhibits .

    You go girl !!!

    Best of Light !!!

  2. Congratulations Eileen! Highly deserved.

  3. Way to go girl. And Aline Smithson likes it, awesome.

  4. YAHOO!!! Congratulations, strength in uncertainty.

  5. Way to go!!! You do make amazing photographs!


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.