Whispers of My Youth

Reverently, I tread across my grandparent's land for the first time in my adult years. She suddenly appears before me like a mirage. Like an echo. A waking memory of times long gone, unfolding in the flawless, unexpected moment of now. Twenty-five years later, perfect, precious whispers of my youth.

In Through the Out Door

The World Awaits

Portland Metro Arts

I'm pleased to have been asked by the Portland Metro Arts Center to document their candid moments leading up to the performance of La Fille Mal Gardee, which is slated to be performed at the elegant Newmark Theater on March 2nd and 3rd.
It's always a challenge to catch 'the decisive moment,' as the great Henri Cartier-Bresson so aptly described, but I love living in the place where intuition, skill, and the fleeting moment meet. Sometimes I can't find that delicate groove...And every once in awhile, I'm pleased with what I've captured.
I look forward to the coming week and to the backstage access to the show (The show itself is very entertaining not to mention that PMA is one of only 6 companies in the world to still perform this particular ballet). If you are interested in tickets, visit http://www.pdxmetroarts.org/performance for details....And here are a few quick images that came out of my first photo shoot of the group.

Through Space and Time

Another Road

With a sigh, she watches as the ashes of dead dreams drift to their new home in the echoes of yesterday. At the point that she thinks that she will suffocate on the smoke of her grief, suddenly, grace appears; soft clarity rising and beckoning her to remember that she has been blessed with the courage of the heavens and her spirit has been etched with the whimsy of the stars.

The strangeness of a Holga and outdated film

                                            
All at once, she wants nothing more than to be married to the bold whispers of her soul and to follow them to her next big horizon. Wiping the tear from her eye, turning her face to the sunshine, she whispers her prayer to the Mystery and the sunrises to come, " I am yours."
                                                                                                         ~from the journals of Kristy

Beauty in the Pieces