Do you believe in fate? I haven’t decided yet whether I do or not. If it is true that events in our lives are predestined, then it must be true that “fate is a cruel mistress”. This series of…
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We all have expectations of life. Perceptions of what our ideal world would look like. Those expectations seem to be heightened these days by the images of perfect lives we are bombarded with daily via social media and lifestyle…
Instagram has changed the way we see the world. OK, maybe that’s giving the ubiquitous photo sharing app too much credit. But perhaps it has unleashed in many of us the desire to capture not only what we see,…
There comes a time in this life when we come to the realization that we are, indeed, not going to be here forever. For some, this revelation takes longer than for others, but its definitely taken its hold on me…
When we’re out hiking, I always notice something that seems so contradictory. One would assume that most people who hike are doing so for the enjoyment of the outdoor world. So why in the world would they think it…
As we get back into the swing of normal life following our week in the wild, I’ve been struck by the obvious artificiality that surrounds so much of our landscape. Plastic flowers where real should be, fountains instead of…
Artists are often stereotyped as a caricature of sorts– wacky, flittering, unorganized types who thrive on free expression. And while some of that is often true, many artists find creating in a highly deliberate, meticulous way to be the…
Whenever Mr. F and I are away from the coastal Northwest for a long period of time, I find that what I miss most is the mossy trees and fern covered forest floors. These “Muppet trees”, as I like…
I’ve been kind of obsessed with the atmosphere of color lately. From my #colorforaging2014 project on Instagram, to the Feminine Wiles series, to some newer ideas I’m exploring, color is in the forefront of my mind. I’m continually amazed…
When I was a little girl in Florida, I always remember my mom collecting shells every time we went to the beach. She wasn’t( still isn’t ) a swimmer, but she loved going to the beach and finding treasures.…