18 February 2017

Self Portrait, 2011


What gives what helps {the intuition}?

I know I’ll know
I won’t have to be shown
The way home
And it’s not about a boy
Although although

They can lead you
Break or defeat you

A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal can break your home in half
A love is not complete with only heat

And they can tease you
Break or complete you

And it came a heat wave
A merciful save
You choose you chose
Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal than where you’ve been
Or how you feel
A map is more unreal than where you’ve been
Or how you feel

And it’s impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what you might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him

Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I did I miss out on you?

Empty House, Cyanotype, 2012

Sverige Polska Danmark

24 September 2016

some places that feel like home

Falling for Yousemite

24 September 2016

It’s the best, always.

Good people, good places.

From a trip in May (the best time to see Yosemite!)


Ode to Joy

28 January 2016

This is my grandmother, Joy. I made this photograph a few months ago, on large format film. Joy has a few favorite places. One is right here in this backyard, where she has spent most of her life, planting beloved Morning Glories, swimming, and sending her grandkids to climb the redwood trees. “Kids are meant to climb trees,” she would always say.

How I love this magnificent woman. Our lives and character are built, in some way, of these little pieces of those people who raised us, or friendshipped us, who hurt us, and believed in us, and demanded more of us. These spirit fragments slip themselves and dance within us, and we learn to tie them in knots, or shoot them from our fingertips, or consciously release them. I see so much of myself in her. I pull her fragments closer, and closer to me.

Our interactions are quieter now. I remember times when she told me, “you sure know what you want, and how to get it.” I used to hate hearing that, because it made me feel selfish, or demanding. And, truth be told, I am sometimes, and she is too. But I realize now that she was saying it with a bit of kindred admiration. We demand the most of ourselves. I never realized growing up what a privilege it was to be the granddaughter of a valedictorian (let alone a college graduate). This woman lives up to her rich heritage, and she’s spent her life ever-growing, ever-learning, and ever-creating. Publishing books, creating stained glass, arranging flowers, and raising a family, through tragedy and ecstasy and tedium. She and Grandpa used to fight, a lot. Their relationship seemed complicated, but they loved and needed each other, and they fought through it. She was strong, and educated, and capable, and she demanded respect.

Life is intricate and inexplicable. It is poignantly sophisticated and intriguingly incomplete. Sometimes I simply sit and meditate over a life lived. Not a life lived well, or a life wasted; simply… a life lived.

My grandmother, Joy


Only Small Things

14 December 2015

(Originally posted on Facebook, Sunday, April 24, 2011 at 8:51pm)
Can I get personal for a second?I got into grad school!!! My acceptances included one of the most highly ranked programs in the nation, where I would have the chance to work with a favorite artist of mine.I have decided not to go.

I’m owning that decision. I feel a great sense of accomplishment for all of my hard work and for my acceptance into the programs–that truly is a large part of the battle. I especially feel so much gratitude for those who have encouraged me along the way, and put in a lot of support and hard work on my behalf. Unfortunately, there is no exciting “Facebook life event” for “got into grad school and decided not to go,” and this is hard for some people, who know how much I put into it, and who know my potential, to understand. Life is full of choices. Life is full of opportunities. The fact that you can do something doesn’t mean that you need to. And the fact that you can’t do something (yet) doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t. **Nothing is taken away, only added upon. There is so much I will do in my life. There is so much education, in many forms, in my future. I am fairly certain grad school will be a part of that, if not once, then twice. I love life, in all its contented, beautiful, untidy and sometimes poignantly painful sophistication. Most of all I love the strong, inspiring women and men in my life–that is you–who make it all truly golden.

 rsz_onlysmallthingsHailey with Peregrine FalconFeeding Young SquirrelMady with Triplet Male RaccoonsPelican Training at WildCareP.S.D. Veteran with EagleJennifer with Dove

Suzanne with Raptor

Heidi, Joshua Tree Tortoise Rescue

Josh with Screech Owl

Patti, Owner of Great Basin Wildlife Rescue

Feeding the Kestrel

Toni with Baby Squirrels

Army Veteran Kenneth with Tortoise

Young Raccoons at Animals in Distress

Cathie and Eagle

Mady Holding Bat


Humming Vibration Therapy

Melanie Bandaging Owl Wing

Providing Fluids to Injured Bird


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