spring and girls in contemplation. quiet and beautiful.

check out the New Yorker article and Mikiko Hara's photographs and the ability for a photograph to reach beyond the surface.


happy spring! butterflies and anvils spring issue is here!

The spring issue of my journal butterflies and anvils is available for preview and purchase today! Hope you enjoy this one. I was greatly inspired by my featured artist Tom Condon and all the contributing photographers and writers featured in this issue. Enjoy!


memories from richmond. oh, richmond! such good energy for me. just returned from spending a few days photographing my friend and former studiomate, tom for the upcoming spring issue of butterflies and anvils. thank you tom for your lovely home, studio and company! here's some images from sweet richmond and some sneakpeaks of tom's studio. good also to see old friends from ada gallery. (tom's work is hanging there currently)

                           view from tom's studio window.
                          tom hanging art in ada gallery.
  tom's studio. an old shipping warehouse. richmond is full of these cool finds.

tom's quaint backyard porch in richmond.

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.