butterflies and anvils summer/fall issue 
is here!

featuring photographer forest woodward. thanks also to contributing writer jenni fraser. enjoy!


sneak peak...butterflies & anvils summer issue. coming soon!



summer in the san juan islands...

just returned home from my workshop in the san juan islands, washington. a truly magical place. being surrounded by large bodies of water, towering trees and shifting fog and mist is never a bad thing. stunning. we traveled by ferry to three islands, each with its own personality and beautiful scenery. it's always a bit difficult to leave each time - but it's comforting to know we'll be back this time next year.


like spring leaves, i fold over to catch the falling rain.


butterflies and anvils. spring. 2013 is here!

featuring photographic artist susanna gaunt. thanks also to my contributing writers - forest woodward and brae!


daily haiku:


daily haiku:

drops. hints of sweetness.
changing light unveils spring green.
rain belies the hurt. 


daily haiku.

parachute dropped me.
exchanged glances on the edge.
outside the vast crowd.


to see if the margins are the same. 

they're not. 

the buddhists would say all emotions, 'enjoyable' or not, good or bad, sought after or avoided are valid. each emotion experienced, deeply, shifts our place...changing us. 

tonite, as the sun lit up the beautiful earth as it greens towards spring, pure, simple joy healed weeks of something else, not so simple. each feeling equally overwhelming - however, when joy and thankfulness expand unexpectedly in front of your eyes in a seemingly simple moment, nothing feels so right.


photograph as memory...

winter at nite. it can be a difficult time to be out shooting. but often it's these times that the light and the world is most mysterious. i love those moments when you look up and see an image form itself in front of you. then perhaps it's forgotten until one day it comes to your consciousness, rising up to complete its existence. a photograph that lives to represent the beauty and allure of a moment. nothing more, nothing deeper. simply a memory of a cold christmas nite, under a bright moon, while the snow quietly fell to the white ground.


polaroids in snow...a few last glimpses of lovely winter. pulling me in.


winter 2013. butterflies and anvils is here!

well i'm embarking on another year of the magazine. i can't believe it's been three years. the winter issue is now available. thanks to gabriel biderman, my featured artist. also, i've begun to incoporate other creative voices into the mix. thanks to my contributing writers for this issue, jenni fraser and tom condon.  


Cancer Awareness Advertising Awards

Congratulations to Community Medical Center in Missoula for winning awards for their recent ad campaign. I am honored to work on the team of creatives for this project and proud to be a part of this award winning group of fantastic people! Thanks to Geoff Peddicord from CMC and Athena Photography for including me in this project. My contribution is as video editor for the television commercials which won an award in addition to the print and billboard advertisements. 


Thank you B&H, David Brommer and the crew at Real Exposures! I was honored to be interviewed by David Brommer for B&H's new series Real Exposures. We had a lovely conversation about Art, Photography, Butterflies and Anvils and the artistic process. I am always excited to talk with fellow creatives about the way we work, our artistic paths and the wonderful medium of photography. Thanks, David! It was fun. To check out our conversation, go here.


polaroids in snow...freshly fallen powder, quick visible breath, quiet among the knowing giants.


polaroids in snow...have i said 'yum?'. if not yum. yum, yum, yum. mmhmmmmmm.


polaroids in snow...lovely. not always knowing an outcome is an essential part of the process for me. i made some carefully considered images on this shoot, but this is one of my favorites from that day. a bright winter afternoon, the fuji instant camera, and a vague sense of the feeling i wanted. lovely. 

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.