…shedding my past life
In the dim glow of a streetlight, a strange silhouette caught my eye. A miniature totem protruded from the trunk of our pine tree. I was looking a cicada in the eye, during the most vulnerable moment of her life. Read more
The Women’s March was the largest protest in Washington DC, in The Unites States, and in the history of the world. It’s estimated that conservatively there were over 5,000,000 protesters worldwide. This number is even greater, for many more joined us in spirit. Thank you for showing up. Thank you for using your voice. Thank you for giving me hope. These photos are for you. Read more
In front of me were over 10,000 sticky-notes, reminding me that I was not alone…
I’m tired. Tired of thinking, tired of talking, and tired of emotions without a name. Since my travels I thought I had a shell of an idea who my countrymen were. I was wrong, Read more
Bright murals by uninvited artists color painted brick walls in Palermo Soho. Mismatched shops of handcrafted items reach towards streets with names such as “Queens,” “El Salvador” and “Hollywood.” Color oozes through the cracks in the cement and yarn wrapped trees, but their black and white faces hold my consciousness.
Some experiences open pathways in your heart and mind that are seldom talked about. One of mine took place in a tiny Filipino village. Batad is a tiny village in Northern Luzon in the Philippines. There is only way in, starting with a Jeepney to Banaue, the bigger town. Read more
She doesn’t blink, & sees all in view of her gaze. As one of thousands through the centuries, I am no different. I feel her strength & solidarity. From inside I am invited to be honest about who I am. Read more
SEE ALBUM Scotty and I eat overly priced veggie sandwiches. I find I’m not as hungry as I should be, I’d rather watch the people milling around. Instead I take
We stare at each other, she with her melon bra, & me with my Nikon, neither of us blinking. We are both sure the other is out of place.
Sex sells. In Paris it would seem that’s the only way to sell anything. Next to me in a train station is a large banner of clearly topless woman posing with a slice of watermelon.