backstage (pink swan)

One of my favorite genres of photography is “performers backstage”. They’re in costume, or partially so, but they have yet to trade their humanity for something bolder. It’s the in-between that attracts me. The grandeur plus the mundane. I never had a ballerina phase as a kid, so it’s only fitting that I make up…

teal polka dots, black button hat, & pink everything else

I am so very fond of finding the kind of dresses that ModLoaf marks up for dozens of dollars at thrift stores for cheap. (And in better, sturdier fabrics, I might add.) This dress, plucked from the Classy Closet for $14, is almost a parody of the ModCloth aesthetic. Sometimes it seems like ModCloth and…

hell bunny vixen dress & dollar-store pearls

Let me first acknowledge that my absence this month has not been by choice. I had the flu for a solid week, followed by a laptop that blue-screened and a camera cord lost. I’m trying to upload photos in batches to my work computer, but it might be slow going for a while. That said,…

anachronism

This past November, we had one 67-degree day. One beautiful, damnable, climate-change-can’t-be-all-bad 67-degree day. I took these pictures and saved them for the next time I would crave the sun on my tattoos. A day like today, almost 3/4 through what I think we can all agree is the worst month of the year.

gray chevron dress, red coat, & a short story

The story I’m currently working on. She knew the pace of these streets. The bread truck at nine, the garbage at nine-oh-six, the hospital shuttle at quarter after. Ruth could set her watch by each morning’s cadence. If she wasn’t out the door in time to cross the garbage truck down at Seventh and Peck,…