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Big changes underway for the website! Which means A MESS as we work through a major overhaul and update, in between studio sessions.

It will be worth it! In the end, you will be able to browse galleries and bring your favorite images home with ease, as well as read the stories behind their creation.

Please contact me directly with questions or to purchase your favorite art!

You can also visit my work in person at the Old Charles Town Library in Charles Town, WV.  “Reflections, refractions and relativities,” a photographic journey through the lens of climate change, just closed at Berkeley Art Works, but will return  on New Year’s Day at the Firehouse Gallery!

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A friend posted this Mary Oliver poem this morning, and it reached into my core.

I know each and every one of you, my friends, roars a different story behind your dark, private waterfall. I wish, I pray for each of you that when the echoes fade, your healing and spirits are as swift and ebullient at the waterfall that receives your roar!

The Poet With (Her) Face In (Her) Hands

You want to cry aloud for your
mistakes. But to tell the truth the world
doesn’t need anymore of that sound.

So if you’re going to do it and can’t
stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’t
hold it in, at least go by yourself across

the forty fields and the forty dark inclines
of rocks and water to the place where
the falls are flinging out their white sheets

like crazy, and there is a cave behind all that
jubilation and water fun and you can
stand there, under it, and roar all you

want and nothing will be disturbed; you can
drip with despair all afternoon and still,
on a green branch, its wings just lightly touched

by the passing foil of the water, the thrush,
puffing out its spotted breast, will sing
of the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything.

-Mary Oliver

The photo above is a close-up of a piece in my Icekanse series. I had not seen the face with the jagged crown and raised arm until Mark pointed it out. Is it crying the agony of the earth as it sinks? Or raising a song of defiance and deliverance? I have seen it both ways, lived it both ways.  It is the cascade of desperation.  It is the “perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything.”  But the cycle always ends in uprising, in rejuvenation.

I’ve been calling it “Singing the Roots.” Perhaps its true name is “Roar.”

An exciting aside: this piece will be a part of my first solo show next month!

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“Picture Wild Ponies” Launch!!!

IT’S ALIVE! I’m thrilled to announce the launch of my new kickstarter campagn combining my love for horses, for art and for our public lands! I’d be grateful for any of your ideas on how to make it better, for sharing with friends who might be interested… and if any of the rewards appeal to you, I would be honored to welcome you as a supporter! Stay tuned-the campaign will include an ongoing commentary behind the scenes at the Chincoteague pony swim!

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A Starry Night Celebration

“Starry Starry”


It’s almost here!  Jefferson County Vision’s Starry Night Celebration benefit gala at Breaux Vineyards! Even if they weren’t riffing Vincent I’d be totally stoked!  Jefferson County Vision is the nonprofit dedicated to “preserve and protect the quality of life for all residents of Jefferson County West Virginia.”  The gala is benefiting the legal fund, which is in active use in our battle against the Danish Rockwool corporation’s attempt to build a grossly polluting factory next to one of our elementary schools.

I have donated two framed, limited edition prints from my current photographic series to the silent auction. Moving forward, I’ll donate a portion of the proceeds from this series, which was born from the effects of global warming and calls for change.

Come join the fun!  Purchase your tickets at

click here to explore the series as it evolves

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No Foolin’

April Fools, and there’s a thin slab of ice on the smaller water buckets.  As much a gift as the tulips exploding through winter’s doldrums-wahoo!  A whole new palette, a whole new perspective… and new pressure to create pictures as the ice trickles then streams down my arm.

A playful narrative begins to form. Vincent Van Gogh and Alice in Wonderland join me in revelry.  But even as the ice melts the implications are chilling:  everyone, everything from the fresh blossoms bursting from still cold soil to the historical house standing stoically among the growing floral kerfuffle will be affected if not destroyed by climate change….



“Alice Gallivant”



“Vincent Strolls”


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Two Months More

What a difference two months makes! Y’all remember “Through and Beyond” from the series I created for the Gasparilla Festival of the Arts.  I revisited its core subject with this morning’s gift of ice.  A burgeoning Spring, an ice slab so delicate it was melting down my arm into the hungry baby greening.  Same subject.  Same technique.  Two totally different tales being told!

“Two Months More”



“Through and Beyond”

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The Path through Copper Mountain

The “Icekance” series continues to grow, the mythology to evolve.  The journey always beckons, however much we wish to curl up on the couch as the earth spins through space. Sometimes the way is clear.  Such is the Path through Copper Mountain, buoyed by a Lowland Lullaby….



“The Path through Copper Mountain”



“Lowland Lullaby”


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A perspective shattered by climate change: a world photographed through the ice formed and broken by a polar vortex. Both gossamer veil and barrier between the worlds, where portals reveal, static separates, and archways beckon ever deeper and beyond. 


At once a metaphor of the creative journey, slowed and distorted through chronic disease, but never abandoned. The dizzyingly glorious world at stake. The promise of a way through. Of homecoming. 

Continue reading Icekance

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Of Glitches and Gasparilla

We recently migrated the website to a new host-yippee! There were, of course, massive glitches and hurdles-sigh. My Rockstar IT wizard went above and beyond to make things better-thanks Mark! I’ve been so involved with preparations for the Gasparilla Festival of the Arts (to say nothing of keeping the farm running and the horses happy through winter!) the content cleanup and creation side of things is still waiting patiently. Very few images and NONE of the galleries made it across- a sad state of affairs for an art site!

Please bear with me!

Until then, come see the art in person in the Emerging Artist Area at Gasparilla!