Category: Portfolios
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Steps | Seattle, WA | 2017 “Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are
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Grain Elevator | Wenatchee, WA | 2017 “Nature is impersonal, awe-inspiring, elegant, eternal. It’s geometrically perfect. It’s tiny and gigantic. You can travel far to be in a
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Morning Walk | Cashmere, WA | 2017 “For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others. For beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness. And for poise, walk with
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Shadows | Spokane, WA | 2018 On a lark, my Dad suggested that we have our auras cleansed. A poster for a New Orleans voodoo shop had touted “a better life, a better you” after just one incorporeal scrubbing. That night, we sat in folding chairs while a large woman with cascading black hair and…
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Road | Waterville, WA | 2017 A man I hardly knew picked me up at 5 a.m. to go cut a Christmas tree. In the freezing dark, we drove into the mountains in a rattletrap four-wheel-drive pickup truck. The back was filled with fresh-cut firewood, so he’d lashed his chainsaw and two shovels to the…
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Pole | East Wenatchee, WA | 2017 Every pole has a story. Across the rural West, thousands of lone, isolated poles — fence posts to power poles — stand as mute sentinels to … well, who knows what? Each one’s worldly purpose ranges (I’m guessing) from
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Water Glass | East Wenatchee, WA | 2018 My two favorite cosmic particles — photons and water molecules — play well together. Water is often at its best when
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Exercise Ball | East Wenatchee, WA | 2017 I’m not even sure how an exercise ball works. Bounce it? Toss it? Roll it? It sits perfect and whole in the gym’s corner, cyclops eye unblinking, surrounded but unaffected by
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Angel | Spokane, WA | 2018 Forty-two years ago, before NYC’s Times Square was scrubbed clean of sex and drugs, I was exploring an adjacent alley when I heard footsteps behind me. Deep shadows, high walls, garbage everywhere: The alley was a no-man’s land where only a fool would stroll. But there I was, a…
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Old Truck | Waterville, WA | 2017 “As we go within the self, we discover that all the voices of our past lives are still there. As we peel ourselves, which is
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