It’s taken me nearly a year to post these images; I suppose for more than one reason. For starters, I have this weird blockage against posting anything that I fear being buried. I love these images, these memories, so much that the thought of them being buried by subsequent posts hurts. Some memories you want…
I’ve photographed Dori several times over the years and Roux once before as well. It’s always a pleasure to photograph people that understand your art and approach the shoot as a collaboration. I’m filled with gratitude to have their trust and friendship.
Life can feel so disjointed. I’ve been rather silent here for a plethora of reasons but one is that time is so segmented; never lending itself to the completion of any one task let alone a single thought. It’s not any one thing – it never is – but rather an assortment of circumstances that…
Because I want my boys to know what their mama stood for and supported; with hopes that they’ll read this post as adults and reflect on a time when there used to be a gap between what a woman earned and what a man earned. And also for those who believe the following: The gender…
It was the day your brothers came home with new bikes; the kind with gear stops that they hadn’t quite figured out yet. Van ran you over, you tibia broke, and in a cast you went. Four weeks with one true shower. By the day you got your cast off we could poke your heel…