tintype studio

with the shift of season, we have shifted locations too. at the beginning of fall, steve and i opened up our tintype studio in Portland Maine! we are so excited at the possibilities… Continue reading

home is where the heart is

nestled in the thick of woods on 20 acres of solitude, our home is a yurt village. a patchwork of structures and lives, just like our blended family who calls this home. our… Continue reading


transitions are stumbling blocks disguised as bountiful color, a woods full of vibrancy and beacons of light. transitions are difficult as we shift and creak and grow and change from one state (of… Continue reading

the 4th of october {89 years later)

for as long as i can remember, this image has been etched into my mind. just recently i went digging around in my stash of family collectibles in order to find it. this,… Continue reading

see in a new way

together with Lensbaby, in celebration of the release of the new LM-10 mobile sweet spot lens, i’d like to introduce you to the Traveling Lens Project. i’m thrilled to be participating in this journey that… Continue reading

early days of fall

these are the early days of fall in new england. they came suddenly, as if overnight. after the second frost of the season, everything caught fire. everywhere i go now, my eyes follow… Continue reading

common ground fair

this time of year marks a beginning. not just the beginning of autumn and change of season, but it marks the anniversary of our move to new england. september, for me, will always… Continue reading

back to school

it’s september which means back to school. back to routine and life and habits and chores and some of the tedium that comes with the school year. summer was a time for exploration,… Continue reading

summer, in review

as always, summer speeds by too fast. quicker than i can gather up images, moments, days and weeks. it was full of wonder and relaxation. family, friends, work and play. looking through these… Continue reading

perspective shift

“i like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.” -dr. seuss it’s been a watery summer. it turns me around, the speed at which life goes… and funny how there are pockets of… Continue reading

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    looking for an appropriately springy image to celebrate the equinox. the irony of dizziness on a day of balanced light is not lost on me. i'm coming up empty handed, with a camera roll full of cat videos, light trails from blurry nights and awkwardly angled incisions documented in poorly lit bathrooms. i'm being gentle, i'm moving slow, and today i will sit in the sunshine to eat my lunch. and that is enough. get up and do all the things to maintain a sense of normalcy here. make breakfast for the early birds and send them off to school. make chai and empty the trash and put one foot in front of another. ignore the weird work dreams you had that make you feel like a loser. but instead, braid your hair and put your butt in the chair and make something. swim through the fog if you have to and find your groove even if the speed feels off and the needle on the record sounds wobbly so soon after surgery; remember that atleast it's still plugged in and spinning. keep in mind sometimes it gets worse before it gets better. but there's still this. this sunshine on my back, these tunes in my ears, this forward momentum, these tiny details of life that eventually add up to create a work of art. reck·less op·ti·mism trust in modern medicine to help our bodies heal. i am here. and it's going to be ok. this is my note to self: i’m alive. i exist. i do scary things with a brave face and come out the other side wondering where the hell i found my courage. sometimes it's simply breathing through the panic attack and allowing vulnerability to be witnessed while being very honest with those people around me. because i must. because i’m human. and because those doctors and nurses give so much of themselves when the breathing tube comes out and you're anesthesia fog is making you weepy and you're being fed ice chips by a stranger with kind eyes. this human experience is undoubtedly beautiful. thank you to the healers of the world for magic hands and microscopic instruments to piece our broken parts back together.
#lifeafterbonecancer #lymphedema #cancerslayer "the more i wonder, the more i love." -alice walker it’s not just the surrender to the unknown or the complete trust in steady and capable hands; what scares me is the ease at which i leave my body. given the opportunity, i check out; i free myself and fly, time travel through space. these thoughts all come together the day before surgery, like mismatched broken pieces of jelly jars and you wonder why no one has written the book on such truths. and so while at the beach earlier, while kicking up the sandy shore of my childhood, i ask my angels to make sure i wake up from anesthesia. just this one thing, please. remind me while i’m flying free and untethered… there's still work to do in this life- humans to love and beauty to see. thanks. and i’ll see ya on the other side. it's a beautiful day to turn 43. whiskey in the jar. he learned this for me (and i love him for it) my sunday supper serenade. birthday weekends with best friends are the best weekends of all.
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