Winter has been long

Foraging

Thankful.

Holy ups and downs am I right? But, more accurately holy cyclical existence. ♀ Holy state of the world, holy human.

Autumn leaves reminiscent of one year before when Mabel slept - curled up, wet, fetal.

We waited, I knew not what lay ahead; a transformative trip.

These pictures are an ode to my home and an ode to where I am.

I’ve been feeling an intense need to find contrast to my daily life in the way of adventure and photography and I feel like both female characters in the book I’m nearly finished, Layla. Stuck, repetitive. The Truman Show, Groundhog Day.

Coming out of a year of postpartum grain, blur, and glare - confronted with the person I was before. The same yet completely different. More sensitive and more strong, new guards and walls new detailed and extravagant windows too.

The lows always push me into myself and rooted deeper in the earth I climb just a little bit taller.

A calling to photography a calling to the real, big life I’ve been terrified of amounting to. A calling to step in. To step up.

Late Bloomers

An ode to divine timing.

Lately.

A bit of cabin fever a bit trapped a bit captive.

Coming to the end of an era.

Autumn has begun.

Mabel is 11 months old.

"...A woman's creative ability is her most valuable asset, for it gives outwardly and feeds her inwardly at every level: psychic, spiritual, mental, emotive, and economic...As we create, this wild and mysterious being is creating us in return, filling us with love."

—Women Who Run with Wolves.

matisse style painting feminine creativity ai

Other people: “What are you learning Spanish for?”

Me: “How am I supposed to know, it will make sense one day.”

Learning the juicy stuff….

Fernhill

Summer Bits

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Friendship mugs I made for a soul sister very far away. A reminder of divine timing and authenticity.

A baby gift that keeps making me cry. 🥰

A friendship that reminds us of the ebbs, flows, and ever changing growth.

Pottery Shrinks and Babies Grow.

These pieces took over two months to get from soft clay to finished product and Mabel evolved so much along the way. First photo taken June 4th after bisque firing, next photos taken August 5th a week or so after 2nd firing.