Dirt Road Street Cred.

The bartender looked at me and said, “Ah, so you’re a girl who likes blue collar beer.”  “Yes sir, I am.”  Though I had never thought about it before, I was proud to wear that patch, like a name embroidered onto a mechanic’s coveralls. There is an odd sense of pride being a beer drinking…

Of All Good Things Well Past Their Prime.

It is a collaboration over fifty years in the making with a man who died when I was barely sixteen. He left his notes along with a Bell & Howell projector, screen and sixteen reels of film (spanning twenty years, two decades of life and death, the tail end of the baby boomers and the…

You Just Have to Be.

I am not opposed to people, in fact, I quite like them. I love my friends and my family and I will admit that oftentimes I fantasize about what it may be like to run away with another human by my side. It would be lovely to find a partner to be my copilot, to…

Baptism: A Photographic Exhibition

Originally posted on THE HIVE:
Baptism: A Photographic Exhibition Opening Reception / June 16th / 6-8pm / Pennington Custom Art Services We went down to the river and baptized one another in the name of art, of photography and of those who came before us. On a brisk Sunday afternoon, late October, we became the…

Arizona III.

This past December my roommate and I flew to Arizona, the desert and quite possibly our futures. You can read more about the trip on The Hive (our travel blog), but for those of you more interested in imagery, below you will find the 35mm I shot while on this whirlwind adventure. Enjoy! Part I. Part…

The Bechers Came to Sycamore.

There I sat at my desk eating a slice of pizza and perusing Pinterest (as one commonly does during their lunch break) when the door swung open and I made the realization that over the past twenty-two years I had entered an important part of photo history. I was looking through someones curated collection of power…

Beautiful Yet Tragic.

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. I finally get it, the time my Aunt Lesa said she’d redo her thirties in a heartbeat, but had zero desire to do over her twenties. Life is good, so good. But it is so incredibly hard at the same damn time. I…

Arizona II.

This past December my roommate and I flew to Arizona, the desert and quite possibly our futures. You can read more about the trip on The Hive (our travel blog), but for those of you more interested in imagery, below you will find the 35mm I shot while on this whirlwind adventure. Enjoy! Find Part I…

Arizona I.

This past December my roommate and I flew to Arizona, the desert and quite possibly our futures. You can read more about the trip on The Hive (our travel blog), but for those of you more interested in imagery, below you will find the 35mm I shot while on this whirlwind adventure. Enjoy! Part I. Part…

On Desire.

We wrote our dreams down on little pieces of paper, folded them up and set them ablaze. That smoke is still the air I breathe settled deep within my burning lungs.  

I Have My Mother’s Eyes.

Mom said that every boy complimented her eyes, (little golden pools that twinkle in the sun) Boys only notice my eyes when I’m sad. “What an interesting color”, they say. Chartreuse irises complimented by ruby rims. every boy but my dad. – I have my mother’s eyes.

My Own Reality.

Because Santa Clause answered my pleas and gave me a disposable camera for Christmas when I was four, I have been gifted with the amazing opportunity to curate my life. This is the ultimate power of the photographer, the ability to choose what we want others to see. In this crazily fast-paced social media driven world, it…