PORTFOLIO.
This whole portfolio thing is still pretty heavily under construction, so please bear with me. Mostly I am just throwing things on and tweaking my HTML in between watching movies and planting flowers and going to bed at 8:30 p.m. To check out new (and old) pictures, check out my flickr photostream.
PICTURES THAT MEAN STUFF:
SYLVIA PLATH KNOWS ME. INSIDE.
"...I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 7
Photographs of my dear Masset, a small village I lived in for just over a year. Masset is located on the Queen Charlotte Islands and thoroughly rocked my world on a daily basis with little forest mushrooms, moonsnails, great proud eagles and the occasional random tsunami drill.
Sometimes I take pictures for weddings. Occasionally I'm even in a wedding or two. Last time I rolled as a bridesmaid, during my speech I threatened to perform an interpretive dance celebrating the bride and groom's love. Unfortunately, I left my spandex unitard at home.
Credits: Brushes by Miss M.