It was rainy spring morning, perhaps the only saving grace was a possibility that the pollen washed into the gutters and soil for the first hours of dry sunlight. I found myself deep in my closet with a cup of coffee. I’ve never fashioned my wardrobe as an expression of minimalism or efficiency. The folks … Continue reading
This morning I am holed up in my office packing for a trip south to shoot birds. This little private office is my nest. It is a space that warehouses toys and tools, projects, and memories. Part office, part depository, my private quarters are a boot-room meets art studio with cocktail service to boot. The … Continue reading
Big Haint Blue 