sauvie island on an october day: searching for owl pellets, gathering leaves, climbing trees, throwing apples, finding light, chasing snakes, catching frogs, watching the clouds move across the sky…the magic is everywhere.
what we call the beginning is often the end. and to make an end is to make a beginning. the end is where we start from. (t.s. eliot) here is to the end… Continue reading
Last month, Indy and I woke up at 4:45 am to see these balloons launch. It was a strange and wonderful morning, filled with the sounds of inflation and fire. When we got… Continue reading
One night at the Ace. Two Bicycles as transportation. Nine years of marriage. Fifteen years since the day we met. One record player in the room and twelve albums in the drawer. Twenty-three… Continue reading
This lovely pair are getting hitched at Urban Studio in the spring and I can’t wait to celebrate with them. When we met last week, the day was overcast, the clouds were low… Continue reading
We met at Lee’s Launderette on Lombard. It was a typical day: the clouds were low in the sky and the miniature superheroes were out in full form. Sawyer was supposed to be… Continue reading
I have had a photo crush on Jenny Downer for years. I remember seeing her work for the first time and it left me in awe. I was a bit starstruck the first… Continue reading
When it’s fall we go to the farm to buy pumpkins and drink cider. But sometimes the sky turns dark and it starts to rain and our boots get muddy and the hay… Continue reading
Urban Bambini makes me want to enroll my 34-year-old-self in preschool. I would walk there every morning and spend three and a half-hours in the classroom, arranging flowers, buffing leather boots or talking… Continue reading
oaks park. portland, oregon. amusements and other things. all images shot with a diana mini.
