My first still life: a moment of chaos, is what this photo should be named. I went into the studio knowing I had to complete a still life for class. I had ideas, like a thousand of them. I brought items for each idea, which, as you can imagine, meant I had a massive box…

Taken in 2022 at Woodland Park Zoo We walk along the path, following children calling out to one another, and parents trying to contain excitement into single lines. The air is warm, for Western Washington, and the animals are lounging and playing. New announcements of babies born and the excitement of the unknown, heard in…

Taken in 2021 At Woodland Park Zoo The path continues past the wetlands full of ducks and other avians, past the cranes, past the maned wolves and Red Pandas, to open up abruptly to a sea of pink. Flamingos stand side by side, one leg up in a typical Flamingo pose. A Moment of isolation…

Africa Wildlands 2021 at Woodland Park Zoo She sits regally upon a rock, watching cubs below. Her mate wonders around the edge of the enclosure, staring at crying children before unceremoniously plopping on hay. She, however, watches on. The true protector, the true instigator. Watching your every move, and those of her playful cubs. She…

Point Defiance Park May 2023 The keeper comes to speak of the Red Wolves and the rehabilitation efforts that are taking place at The Wolf Haven and Point Defiance Zoo. The wolves are often difficult to locate, as they are the least “socialized” as part of the breeding and release program. While these wolves will…

Driving through a sleepy town, a building sits boarded up and old. Beyond it stands a silo and industrial plant that is frequented by the oncoming trains. The woods rise up to the north and the south while the city lies to the east. The sky overhead and the falling sun create a feeling of…

Morning yawns slowly awake. The sun shimmers over the hillsides, reflecting off of the water, while the chilly morning fog rolls over the still lake. I exit my cabin in the early morning, watching the fish disrupt the stillness of the lake, jumping for the many bugs skitting over the top. I yawn with the…

The gnarled old tree holds secrets within its bark. whole other world exists under the rough exterior. Yet, that same exterior can help fuel fires of desperation, fires of destruction, and fires of rebirth, The wood twists and turns, rough to the touch. New moss grows on the exterior, speaking to health of a thriving…