In the late afternoon summer days of August when the sunflowers pop their heads out of the draws and ditches, and the fields gleam yellow with wild buttercups, I can feel my Nicky and see with my heart the joy he felt when he would run leaping through the fields. Some say that dogs are made of the same “stuff”, “ether”, “energy” as angels, and no other dog in my life exemplified it so much as my Nicky. Always happy, loving...

 Two people who will always be dear to me: my mom and my first boyfriend.   I recently heard “through the grapevine” that because of one picture I had reposted on Facebook, a certain group of women in a local business organization have concluded that I hate men.  These are women I know personally and who (I thought) knew me.  But I tend to be a little naive because I forget that not everyone in this world  is sincere and...

    The weather was unpleasant on this day so I spent a lot of time inside.  Evening came sooner than I expected and I hadn’t made a photo for my 365Project.  So I thought this would be a good time to dabble a little more in something conceptual. I pulled out one of my boxes tucked away on the top shelf of my closet and came across several bundles of letters  neatly tied with ribbons.  As I picked up one of the bundles, a...

  No matter how many little souls find their way into my heart, it never gets easier to let them go.  Jojo’s departure was heart-wrenching for more reasons than I can understand.  When my mom died three years ago, she left me with her three precious pups.     They were as much a part of my life as she was of mine and they were of hers.  Jojo was her favorite, probably because he embodied so many traits...

    How many times are we told that change is a part of life.  You can’t grow without change.  And yet we are so resistant to it.  Fight as we may, it still happens.  As life does. Sometimes it’s stormy and dramatic and literally knocks us off our feet.  At other times, it comes quietly, softly and hardly discernible, much like a changing season in a desert. The seasons of the year always remind me to cherish the day...

  In addition to weddings, I do a lot of event and portrait photography and occasionally I run into someone who runs from the camera or responds that they hate to have their picture taken because they don’t look “good in a photograph”. Photography was a part of our lives for as long as I can remember. My mother was a photographer and she captured everything on film, organized, dated the prints, and placed them in...