Several years ago I picked up a magazine with a photo of a pristine lake, mountains, and I’m sure a stunning sky. I remember clearly being stunned beyond belief and knew I wanted to see locations (like this) myself; plus … what the heck… I wanted to photograph them as well (though I was not a photographer, but how hard could it be?). I soon purchased my first camera kit and quickly ran out to a beautiful lake and started pressing the shutter. I was dumbfounded by the images I was capturing. They were nothing like what I was viewing, nothing. Not even close. I soon learned how foolish and silly I was. Out of all the art I’ve explored in my life this one grabs my heart the most; leaving all other art in the dust. It also is the most challenging; one that I will spend the rest of my years learning, improving, and exploring.
To the dismay of my husband, I no longer have any desire to clean, cook, or stay home. Rather my creaking, aging knees pull me up mountain trails at all hours of the day and night. I love exploring the vast wilderness of the Cascades and Olympic mountains, chasing the light from the forest to the sea shores, and discovering the endless beauty all around me in the Pacific Northwest. I just can’t sit still; the light pulls me out and onto the next adventure.
You rarely find me shooting weddings or senior pictures (if you do it’s because I am either broke or I love the person who’s pleading). It is the land that holds me spell bound. Sometimes a little fox will get in my scene and I can’t resist, but back to the landscape for me. I learn the fastest by critiquing my own work constantly. I even like leaving older images on my feed(s) so I can see how I’ve progressed. When I shoot I try to juggle two truths together; both contentment (in the moment) yet wanting to do better (next time). Photography has become a way of life; if I’m not out shooting then I’m reading, studying, and dreaming about the images yet to come.