People mill around, early for their train. The man next to me looks around, his destination on his mind. Philip (my Nikon) sits casually in my lap. I look at the track as his gaze moves to me.
After I was settled in we took the train from Torcy Read more
As an Emotional Release Facilitator, I sit daily with people as they share with me painful moments from their lives. The question I get more than anything else is how I personally handle all the heavy emotion. There is a balance in everything, if you allow it to be there. Read more
My face is whipped by my hair & camera straps. Our laughter is thrown back at us by the wind.
A Storm rolled in, the clouds settled above the Great Salt Lake. Read more
This shoot is about Aaron, but Aaron cannot be introduced without knowing his mother.
Aaron was born particularly tiny. he was healthy, just small. His parents were sleeping for the first time since his birth and I took him into a quiet room. I held him, looked at him and whispered, “I know you are big.” In response I felt his spirit holding me back. He encompassed me.
I was holding on, but barely breathing… You saved my life, now I promise to save yours.
This fruit is a mix of chicken, mangos & garlic, but what I’m having a hard time getting past is the texture of raw animal fat. This is one of the oddest experiences of my life, & I’m trying enjoy it.
Scotty and I are white. I have never been more aware of this than in the past 72 hours. What’s stranger is being instantly ‘cool’ here. We are a walking sitcom. If anyone from home feels down, or invisible, I highly recommend a walk through any ol’ market in the Philippines. Read more
Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies’ plays as Scotty & my plane land. Merry Christmas & welcome to Korea in August! Within three weeks, I have been in three continents.
In Paris, they make an art out of pretending them are the only ones in the train. This can be difficult due to the crowd that occurs a couple times a day. There is no eye contact, and definitely no small smile. On the way home from Quartier Latin in Paris, I took an empty seat and quietly watched the people around me. I was born and raised a people watcher, and this is a bizarre and amusing dance. Read more
That first day walking around Paris with Raoul was hot, upper 90s with 80% humidity hot, & I hadn’t slept in two days. I am not one that gets nauseous, & can count on my hands how many times I’ve thrown up. But as the day went on I got steadily sicker.