I love my alone time. Silent, still, sacred alone time. Much of my everyday photography reflects the time when I am grounded and grateful being alone. But, there is a vibrancy, an electricity, an aliveness that can only come from being connected. From being together....
In this issue of X : Our Collective Offering, we ponder time. How do we perceive this thing that either eludes us or crowds us? In our need for balance do we attempt to control that which might be better served with acceptance? As photographers...
“There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.” ― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen When I sat to write a piece about "time" to...
Time. It’s on my side. Sure it is. Am I the only one who gets the urge to sock Mick in the nose upon hearing that lyric? But then I remember he was young and invincible when he wrote it. So, instead, I just want to hand him...
In this issue of X : Our Collective Offering, we reflect on self. That mysterious space between what you see and what others see. That space between what we know and what we want to believe. It’s hard, if not impossible, to get caught up...
"Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in." -Henry David Thoreau Alongside the river of my imagination I found an old camera. It comes from long ago. A deep brown wooden box with tarnished brass knobs. Its appearance at once intrigued me and filled me...
'I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.' ~ Paolo Coelho Narcissus gets a bad rap. He falls in...
Reflections are the beauty of a childhood imagined. The daydream of life captured in a flash of sunlight and sea sparkle. I dig turning the world on its end; diving inside (outside) to peek beneath (beyond) the ordinary world I face everyday. The dreaminess of reflection...
For me, September has always felt more like New Year’s than New Year’s has. I know without a doubt that its seasonal, as summer slowly shifts into fall, but even more so, it’s the start of the school calendar. Although my school days have long...
In this issue of X : Our Collective Offering, we ponder...