I have a deep love for animals. This leads to joy, heartbreak, and varied emotions in between.
This ongoing series invites the viewer to pause and look into the lives of animals in everyday situations, in ordinary settings, and to ponder what these sentient beings might be feeling, thinking, or experiencing in the moment.
All of us who call the earth our home are interconnected and in some ways interdependent. I believe it is through empathy, compassion, wonder, and insight, which I hope this series evokes, that we begin to more fully recognize these connections and our responsibility to care for one another and for our mutual home with energy, passion, and devotion.
Lobster on the Scale.
The Education Sheep.
Win a Bunny. (Three Rabbits)
Pet Shop Turtle.
Doe & Bullet Shell Casing.
This series explores, through sense of place, the shifting culture of Christianity and my own faith.
It was during a difficult pregnancy and miscarriage, that I felt as if God was still there, somewhere but locked off in another room, shuttered and inaccessible to me. That disorienting sense of presence obscured remains, even as I recall times when I felt drenched in possibility and light.
Still, I often find peace when I enter an empty sanctuary, a space hushed and full of the echoes of conversations and prayers which have lingered through the years. I sit and listen to the creaks, touch the hymnals frayed from use, and experience a depth of solitude. Photography becomes meditation.
I step outside and see God everywhere: on bumper stickers, yard signs, and telephone poles. In the wider landscape, out under the sky, I feel small and begin to think we are like little children wearing tinsel halos and catawampus wings.
A while later, I turn down a red dirt road and see the closed doors & curtained windows of an abandoned church. Will it be restored to look shiny and new or crumble to the ground? I want it to be remembered as it is now, these weathered walls, this door, that humble steeple. There is something here, resilience, memory, a whisper coated in peeling paint.
Through these photographs, I share what I experience as an ethereal sense of presence, alongside themes of longing, loss, and abandonment.
Solitude, Alabama, 2018
The Vernacular of Light, Mississippi, 2019
Sanctuary, Cuba, 2019
She Thought He was the Gardener, Alabama, 2019
Can a Mother Forget, 2019
Valley of the Shadow, Alabama, 2018
Prayer for Illumination, Alabama, 2018
Crown of Thorns (Domestic Violence Sunday), Alabama, 2018
Waiting for Sunday, Alabama, 2018
A Prayer for the Vanishing, Alabama, 2019
All Through the Night, Alabama, 2019
A Great Storm Arose. He was Asleep, Alabama, 2018
Palm Crosses & Christmas Lights, Alabama, 2018
The Curtain was Torn from Top to Bottom, Mississippi, 2009
Taste and See, Alabama, 2018
Forsaken, Alabama, 2019
Your Light Will Come, Alabama, 2018
Broken, Alabama, 2018
Were You There, Mississippi, 2018
Shadow of the Cross, Alabama, 2018
They have Taken Him Away (Rev. Dr. MLK Jr’s Church), Alabama, 2019
I Feel Small, Louisiana, 2019
Golgotha, Alabama, 2018
An Answer to the “Gunshots or Fireworks” Game.
Remembrance in Pink.
Not on a Sunday.
Waiting for Tamales.
Friday Night in the Delta.
Some Eat it for the Nutrients.
Come, All is Ready.
Gran Ate Here as a Child.
She said: They Only Want to Photograph Decrepit Shacks & Poverty.
Toilet with Mimosas.
The River is High this Year.
One Day, Maybe.
The Rainiest City
As the rain splatters, splashes, drips, and thrums, a music arises unique to each place and to each storm. In a similar way each type of rain creates distinctive visual patterns, and brightens, deepens, or softens the colors we see.
When I look out the window I am drawn to the painterly scenes created by rain. As one who has lived through the destructive power of hurricanes and other traumas, I find peace, strength, and hope in this everyday beauty and grace.