The air in Georgia at 6:55 AM is a contradiction. It is thick, but crisp and cool, caught in that brief window before the sun hits and the heavy Southern heat takes over. During that time in Georgia, I was living in a cycle I didn’t choose. I was driving my ex to and from… Continue reading The Brink of Change: Thomaston Liminal
As women, we are taught to not live in the “rollers” phase of our lives, but rather the completed, put together picture. But as women, we are pinned up… in more ways than one. Setting the stage. Following the routine. It is a constant state of getting ready for a role that hasn’t actually started… Continue reading Domesticated Violence
When the request came in, I chuckled. Not a condescending, judgy chuckle, but that specific, flustered sound you make when a client requests something utterly pedestrian… “Photographs of an outhouse”, and you realize they actually trust your lens to find the beauty in it. They didn’t want a sterile, store-bought print for their newly renovated… Continue reading The Astral Outhouse
I’m still playing a bit of catch up… Here are some never before seen shots of Concrete Ties!
Fall – 2025
I Don’t Like Valentine’s Day. But I Still Believe in Love. It has always felt manufactured to me. A scheduled performance of affection. A reminder to prove something that should already be evident in the quiet, daily choices. Love should not need a marketing campaign. You shouldn’t need a paid reminder to show someone you… Continue reading I don’t like Valentine’s Day.
Rust. Time. Texture. The rust had settled deep into metal. Dirt packed into every seam. Time layered on top of function. I liked how it all blended together. Nothing polished. Nothing trying to be anything other than what it was. Worn. Used. Still working. There’s something about objects that have clearly lived a life. The… Continue reading Still In Use
The fellas in Waking The Cadaver have had some lineup changes since I photographed them in 2024, but I had to share some of the never before seen pics of them from the Elmer Grange show in south NJ.
The sun was almost set entirely.I liked the way the winter fell upon the structure and the stream.Cold. Quiet. People probably drive past and over it a hundred times a day.It made me stop. I stumbled upon this bridge. I had never seen it before. I wasn’t looking for it. I was moving through the… Continue reading Where I Paused
There are versions of ourselves that stay intact, even when life tries to rearrange them. I know this because I still recognize her. It is a reminder of who I was before anyone tried to define me by proximity, by appearance, or by expectation. My dad used to call me Doll. 35mm has always been… Continue reading Living (35mm)Doll
Through*the*Lens Photography 