Fine Art Photography

Drowning Eyes

If the eyes are the windows of the soul, mine are frequently being washed. Always relatively quick to tears, midlife hormonal chaos has accelerated the tempo. Whether in joy or pain or love or fear, I hated for anyone to see me cry. I have come to realize that my tears are not a sign of weakness but an indication that I have been touched in that most tender place and that I feel deeply, which requires courage. (2012-2013)


Water Colors

For me, bodies of water are magnets that pull me near and fill me with a visceral sense of coming home. I find spiritual peace in the sights, sounds, and smells of water. I love to spend hours roaming along the docks on the Portland waterfront, mesmerized and delighted by the constantly changing visual kaleidoscope reflected on the water’s surface. Here I discover an abundant source of ephemeral abstract works of art, each lasting only an instant. This series captures these fleeting splashes of color and morphing shapes to create one-of-a-kind images. (2008-2013)


Wind Dancing iconWind Dancing

While wind is invisible, we frequently hear, feel, and see its effects. The gentle breeze that creates the soothing sound of rustling leaves on a warm evening or strong gusts of wind that make snowflakes swirl in a blizzard, for example. I especially love to feel a cooling breeze on my skin on a hot summer day. Watching how the wind interacts with various forms of plant life, I am reminded of dancing. This series of images captures visual motion to communicate a mood of joyous abandon. (2008-2012)