Tag Archive: photography

CROATIA.

Reen and I landed in Dubrovnik at noon on a Saturday, and when we stepped off the plane, there was a mob of screaming Croatians: they were chanting our names, wearing t-shirts with… Continue reading

THE SMALLEST OCEAN.

Sawyer crossed the smallest ocean alone.  The water was choppy and drops fell into his eyes. He wished he had access to a boat, but he made do with his snorkel mask. He… Continue reading

TINY TIMBER IN THE WIND.

Lately Indy has been waking up early, collecting the Oregonian from the front porch and sitting down at the kitchen counter with the adopt-a-pet section. With scissors, she cuts out the faces of… Continue reading

PART THREE // MEXICO

***a few things that happened south of the border: indy got an ear infection and we took her to see a mexican doctor who wrote up her prescription on a typewriter from ’78 //… Continue reading

PART TWO // MEXIGRAMS

me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu // me gusta viajar, me gustas tu // me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu // me gusta el viento, me gustas tu // me gusta… Continue reading

WILD HORSES.

Lately, Indy has been waking up early. She creeps down the stairs in the darkness with wild hair, and asks for tea with milk. Lately she has been listing to the Michael Buble… Continue reading

JOCELYN + HENRY // MARRIED IN PORTLAND

A February wedding. Blue walls, yellow shoes and white dress. The day bright and the clouds moving. Jocelyn and Henry say I DO at his parent’s old historic home in northwest. A sunshine-lit… Continue reading

PART ONE // MEXICO

Two weeks down south. Two weeks with my aunt and uncle under their palapa roof; two weeks with the ocean in sight. Two weeks to watch the birds swoop in a twilight flock… Continue reading

ACE-LANDIA.

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

THE DOUBLE BOUNCE.

Rainy day. Sawyer jumping high. Off night stands. Pillows in the air. Hair flying. Limbs flying. A double-bounce-seat-drop on a tempurpedic mattress, with a backdrop of felt hearts. Sometimes on a winter afternoon,… Continue reading