From a late summer walk through our neighborhood, in the same batch of images as the Jackson pics. We discovered an old, peeling, mottled desk sitting in some long grass in our neighborhood. On top, eight issues of National Geographic from the 1960s. Why? Curbside giveaway? Something else? We’ll never know, but I was intrigued…
When we met, I was the displaced Midwestern high-schooler sneaking out of the back door of her family’s house. He was the college kid from the big city who stole my heart with his smile. Six months later, I moved away for school and that should have been the end of it. But it wasn’t....
After almost three weeks on the road, I’m back home in Seattle and settling in to the last day of my first week as a full-time photographer. Ever since I started this business last year, I’ve been looking forward to this moment. Let me tell you… it feels every bit as good as I imagined!...
I’m just boarding a flight to Las Vegas for a meet-up with my homies from Wedding Bee and the WPPI conference. I’ll try to blog from Sin City… it’s my first time there, and I’m excited and overwhelmed. Back next Thursday!
