I’ve written about this before, but when Spring rolls around in Portugal and my garden explodes in white from the vibrant calla lilies, I feel
I’ve written about this before, but when Spring rolls around in Portugal and my garden explodes in white from the vibrant calla lilies, I feel
There are times I photograph something without knowing that it will eventually become part of a series in the future. Some people may meticulous planners
I had the best intentions to write a Christmas and end-of-the-year blog, but the Universe had other plans for me. Let’s backpedal a bit to
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this
Last Christmas, I gave you… ooops, that’s not how I wanted to start this entry. Let’s try that again – last year I didn’t put
“Our bodies know that they belong; it is our minds that make our lives so homeless. Guided by longing, belonging is the wisdom of rhythm.