You wandered through every city. Down every alley. You made your way on buses and taxis, boats and trains. Until one day, there was a kind of a clarity and you realized that all you had ever wanted, was home.
Photographed near Pike Place Market, Seattle, Washington.
We are working on our first collection….consisting of photographic prints, a book of photography and poetry, and lifestyle pieces for the home, we anticipate finishing by late spring.
Was thinking today about my Uncle’s farm, and the roads that wind throughout it, and how you can wander and see barns and ponds, old trucks, old dogs, herons, and wide open fields. It will always be a special place.
London. Home once. Maybe home again someday. Until then, I look at a collage of images from the past and envy those who find themselves falling in love with the place for the first time.
There was no way I could have imagined how full, how rich, the day would become.
Flowers photographed at the Ohme Gardens Food and Wine Gala, July, 2012.
It was not the easy path that had been promised to me, but I took it anyway, and when the light broke through the forest, I understood why.
Photographed at Ohme Gardens, Wenatchee, WA, with a Canon 7D, July, 2012.
The storm was coming, I could feel it. And yet I held tight, refused to let the winds knock me down, refused to be anything but what I am. Firm-footed, on solid ground.
Photographed in the North Mountains Preserve, Phoenix, Arizona
There was no need to stop and smell the roses. I was aware of them everywhere, their spring perfume filling the house, the dew on their petals reminding me of new beginnings.
Roses from my front yard, photographed on my kitchen table.
I let my heart spin free and wild and in that moment, I knew happiness.
The wine tasted cool – clean – the way you’d imagine the breeze would on a summer day, the clothes drying on the line, the sun shining all around.
Viognier wine, photographed in my kitchen, June 2012.
Bella Blue Press 