art, creativity, travel

Sculpting is an incredible art. It is such a gift to be able to take a raw material and be able to chisel, pinch, bend, and who knows what else, into something beautiful. I like walking around them and finding ways to find either an emotion I’m getting from it that the sculptor intended a viewer to feel, or finding an emotion I think it exudes. Below are a few photos from my travels that stuck out for me.

A woman in rapture:


Museo Nacional de Arte, Mexico City (May 2016)


Play time:


de Young Museum, San Francisco (November 2014)


Heavy thoughts at the river:


Whistler, Canada (July 2016)


I’m ready for my close-up:


Musee du Louvre, Paris (March 2014)


No one’s supposed to know:


Musee Rodin, Paris (March 2014)

The Colorful Crooked House

adulthood, Community, culture, Home, photography

One of the not-so-joys of living in a neighborhood that was once quiet and up-and-coming, and is now a petri dish of dual-income millennial hipsters is the rage that comes with driving. In the past year speed plateaus and extra speed limit and stop signs have been installed around my apartment, which has thankfully slowed cars down, making it less a game of Frogger to get to and from my home by foot. But the biggest addition was designing this triangular shape in the middle of the road to basically make cars slow down, veer left, and stop at this new intersection. I find it entertaining. It’s like a driver’s education obstacle course. Others hate it with a passion. Bicyclists have a nice little cut out they can zoom through that can separate them from the impatient drivers. The middle of this little triangular jut-out (I don’t know what to call it) has been filled with planters, chalk drawings, a LA-Z-BOY rocking chair with a dummy sitting in it, and now this crooked little house.



Photo Walk, Seattle

It’s been a hot summer for Seattle with temperatures hovering between 80-90F (26-32C) these past couple of months. The days have been cloudless with little breeze. I’ve never seen so much skin and sweaty people outside of a gym or a beach outside of this state. I’ve grown to love sun and maxi dresses. And though we can adapt, and we are thankful for the extra Vitamin D, for some Pacific Northwesterners who thrive best between Autumn and Spring, the sun’s unrelenting shine has gotten the best of us.

Minus a few years after college, I’ve lived here since the early 90s, and I don’t remember having to dodge the sun so much in a summer. It was a big deal that we bought an air conditioner for our bedroom. Until this year, we were able to manage with an electric fan. I do what I can to keep the sun out by drawing my blinds by 2:00 p.m.  Because our living room and dining/kitchen area face west, the apartment heats up quick and we just bake until sunset, which isn’t until 8:00-9:00 p.m. these days.

I know. I know. I’m totally whining. Another negative side effect of being warm all day long. So, to prove I’ve been outside and enjoyed it, here are a few photos I took while driving my bro-in-law to some other neighborhoods he hasn’t yet explored. Below are scenes from Leschi, the East Portal Viewpoint, and Jefferson Park.


2 More Weeks!

art, creativity, photography, Seattle, work

I’ve had a collection of work up at Fresh Flours Bakery on Phinney Ridge focusing on abstract and travel photography. They’re up through the end of this month, so if you haven’t already, grab a cuppa something and a tasty pastry (Trust me. They’re great pastries), and have a look. Contact me if you’re interested in any pieces or have any questions!

Recent abstracts up and hanging:


(L to R): Waterfall at Dusk, Spine 2, Rising Song