Category: photography

  • I have to give my parents credit for blasting through their 50s with such energy and conviction. (Or perhaps they were very good at hiding it.) So far, I haven’t felt as successful. At the end of March, we rented a well-appointed Airbnb cabin in a forest in the mountains. It was 3 days of…

  • I sold my Ashford Joy this spring. For a variety of reasons, I believed I needed to move on from my interest in visually exploring spinning fibre. Previously, I had gifted one of my Turkish spindles to a lovely, masterful spinner in Europe. And, I bought more printmaking ink – which I will admit, has…

  • Continuing like that procrastinating teenager (I never was) cramming to finish an English assignment the night before: here I compose another mostly rushed blog post before the calendar turns to the next month. Even though the text is rough hewn, the thoughts have been mulled over for awhile. I’ve been thinking about negative space quite…