Photography, Travel

Sunrise in Paris

…wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
― Ernest Hemingway

It was still dark when alarm softly beeped right next to my pillow. We only landed in Paris twenty hours ago, jet-lagged and excited. Despite a three hour nap the day before, six hours of sleep was still not enough to get my body to get used to Parisian time zone.

I groggily climbed out of bed, trying to keep my husband from waking up. Feet cold on the hardwood floors of our French AirBnb, I tiptoed to the bathroom where a fresh set of clothing was prepared for me last night by my more-awake self.

Camera bag by the door and a large plastic bag stuffed with tulle skirts that I brought with me all the way across the Atlantic. Some may call me crazy. I call myself an artist.

Photography, Travel

Paris, je t’aime

Paris is always a good idea.
-Audrey Hepburn

A few months ago Tyler and I were sitting on our living room couch, discussing our goings of the day, when I suddenly exclaimed: “We haven’t decided where we’re going on our vacation this Fall!”

Only a few minutes later I was perusing the web and multiple travel apps for flight deals – we were curious where flying was affordable as we didn’t have a huge preference as to where to go.

And then I saw it – flights to Paris from Seattle, roundtrip, for under $400 per person. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I turned my phone to Tyler and said, “Do you want to go to Paris?” He said, “We’ll eventually go together, why not now?”

Boudoir, Photography, Travel

Ignite

If women governed the entire world, it is my theory that soon we would have world peace and healing of the entire planet.
― Leland Lewis

What would our world look like if we were governed by a matriarchy?

Boudoir, Photography

Empowered and Boundless

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others.
My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

What would the world look like if every woman in it had courage to stand up and speak out? Against any injustice on her or others’ behalf, against prejudice, hate and bias?

Realizing that naming evil out loud can be a daunting task for any human, how about starting with something as simple as claiming our bodies?

Boudoir, Photography

The Call of the Wild

Have you heard the call of the wild?

Perhaps you were camping in the North Cascades and a bird called to you before the sun has fully risen over the douglas firs. Or maybe a plant you’ve never noticed before softly whispered into your ear, encouraging you to get to know it better. It’s possible you heard it in the rush of a river coming down from the mountains, as you stood on the uneven rocks on its bank and closed your eyes to the noise, leaning in.

You must have heard the call. Have you answered it?

Boudoir, Photography

Creating Visions

I have always struggled with identifying with words such as ‘artist’ or ‘creative’. Despite majoring in fine arts in college and spending hours at the painting studio, every time a friend would call me a creative person or an artist I would inwardly, and at times outwardly, cringe.

Boudoir, Photography

Dawning

At dawn it was so quiet as if the whole world was collectively holding its breath in anticipation. Despite the curtain of smoke covering Seattle from one body of water to another, another day was about to begin. A wonder.

Not many were up at this time. When it is still dark yet a faint outline of the sun being born is caressing the sky. A gradation so subtle even one blink and you may miss it altogether. 

Inspiration, Photography

Replenishing

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.
― John Muir

I admit that I am tired, nerve-shaken and over-civilized. This summer in particular I had little time to get out into the stunning Pacific Northwest nature and unplug, destress and rekindle my love for the wild.

In the last few months I have moved to a new place, had three visitors and took a trip to Colorado, all while working nights and weekends. My very bones felt exhausted, my soul drained. I yearned to get out of the city to walk on a trail on a mountainside, touching the trees as I went, infusing my heart with their healing energy.