I’m a professional photographer. Did I mention that? True fact. These pieces were inspired by that one true fact.

Secret: I’ve always seen my camera as a mystical paintbrush that could cross realities. After all, its medium is light… and time.
For me, it’s a spiritual thing. Because at the heart of my photo work lies the certainty that Life is Light.

So when this new and wondrous conceptual art started coming through, it sang through my photographs first.

My "movie moment" reads like this: “It all began with a simple photograph. Upon listening carefully, the townspeople agreed: a clear & musical voice seemed to emanate from its pixels, seemingly entrapped within the silver emulsion itself.
They pondered the meaning, conjectured the reasons, yet at the end of the day concluded nothing at all, even as the voice became stronger, its music more undeniable. Till one day it broke free… and the townspeople gasped with wonder.”

I felt I owed my photography a debt of gratitude for the the creative muse it awakened in me… and a Collection of its very own.

My dearest hope is to move my clients, my collectors and my beloved audience to connect more deeply to themselves, to each other and to our astounding natural world, filled with awe.
I don’t want much. Smile.

PHOTO CENTRIC

Florence On A Picture Perfect Evening
Florence, Italy. Hot, glorious August night. Unspeakably beautiful sunset. Based upon a photograph I'd take again and again. I will never forget it.

Forest By Enlightenment
A short train ride out of Paris lies the magical Forest of Fountainbleu (Foret de Fontainebleau). We rode bikes. Savored sorbet. Reveled in nature. One of my top 10 favorite days... ever.

Wake Up. Rock The World. Repeat
TRUCKEE, CA I could add: get up early. Be relentless. Love boundlessly. Never settle. Just sayin’.

Witness
Alice gasped. "What magic is this?" she thought. Startled, she watched for a moment, the lights above her pulsing brighter. Mother nature? An angel - touched the flower bud and a life force began. So that’s how it’s done, Alice thought. Amazing.

Window To My Soul
PROVENCE, FRANCE It was time. She’d been so scared all these years, but couldn’t live in her self-imposed prison of fear, doubt and worry for another minute. The buildup; excruciating. The urge to turn back: beckoned like a lover. With a prayer, she took one last deep breath - and leapt. Then... ohhhh what a light did shine.

Le Poulet Layla
AUBURN, CA Layla had music in her soul and sass in her step. She was the last one to leave the party and the first one everyone missed the most. She was simply the one and only Layla. The Auntie Mame of chickens.

Marche du Poulet
AUBURN, CA Layla the chicken was a high-stepper. All eyes upon her as she twirled and strutted like the boss bird she was. The envy of all. Leader of the flock. An art unto herself.

Pecking Order
AUBURN, CA

Lime Quench
TRUCKEE, CA It was a simple glass container of water infused in cucumber and limes. But up close, it was a Kodacolor world of design and color and song. Or so she imagined it to be. She loved that about herself.

Poppy, In A World Of Her Own
NORMANDY, FRANCE Poppy was clearly taller than everyone else. She didn't let it bother her though; she simply held her head high and imagined that she lived life on a higher plane. Pretty soon she had friends, who all imagined the same thing. PRICING:

The Art of Lemon Pears
CLARK, CO There were oranges and lemons and pears, oh my! They made her mouth water and her mind wander across the world to the beautiful fresh salads she'd savored in the French Riviera the summer before. PRICING:

Moutarde
NAPA VALLEY, CA Mustard. Spring. Napa. It only wished it were in France. But not really. Because the mustard lesson of the day was this: Be content and grow wherever you land. Spread liberally on your life sandwich.

Little Red & The Birds of Winter
Lake Tahoe, CA. Record-breaking winter. Fresh waist-deep snow in the morning for 2 weeks straight. The mountain girl was happy.

PRAY. WAIT. SMILE. REPEAT
Lake Tahoe, NV. Native Americans consider the waters and the place itself to be healing. I believe it, because they healed my broken heart and changed the course of my life. I lived there for 25 years. Loved every millisecond.

Leaves Falling In The Red Forest
JULIAN ALPS, SLOVENIA You think you know color. Then you meet Slovenia's red beech trees in autumn and you realize you know nothing. PRICING:

All Dreamers Welcome
NORMANDY, FRANCE Across this threshold may you only dream in technicolor, sip the finest reds and savor French croissants. Somewhere in the countryside of Normandy waits for you...

With Dreams Like These
CALISTOGA, CA With dreams like these, it's easy to know that the impossible simply... isn't. Inspired by the ever-so-magical Castello di Amorosa Winery in Calistoga, CA. PRICING:

Lyon Mais Oui
LYON, FRANCE Oh yes, Lyon... you and your old world wonder and painted skies have completely swept me off my feet. How will I ever the be the same? PRICING:

Speedster Of Another Era
TRUCKEE, CA He remembered those days in the starting gate, The exhilaration of wind and speed and of being the first at being first. Heart pounding with effort and excitement. He loved the cheers of a crowd, however small. But he lived for the mountain even more. PRICING:

As Seen By Starlight
TRUCKEE, CA They were only seen once a year. And only when a particular number of lumens in the sky were present. But when they returned, It was like a storybook come to life.

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