Well Tumblr, I won’t even pretend to understand your wily ways. But in any case, thank you. This platform and its community have inspired and taught me so much.

If I don’t know you yet, won’t you say hello? I’d especially love to hear from you if you post your own content, whatever form that takes.

The Grand-ish Canal (Nyaung Shwe, Myanmar)

Alaskan summer is finally here to stay, I hope (South Fork Eagle River, Alaska)

June 16 in the Chugach. The snowpack is barely holding on. (Hanging Valley, South Fork Eagle River, Alaska)

Ball season (Anchorage, Alaska)

Float on II (Inle Lake, Myanmar)

There’s no such thing as a still life.

(Amy Mushett of the Momentum Dance Collective, in Enzina Marrari’s recent show “of love.” IGCA, Anchorage, Alaska)

Up a notch.

(Chris Branche and Scott Turner Schofield, performance artists in Enzina Marrari’s recent show “of love.” at IGCA, Anchorage, Alaska)

This past week I had the pleasure of working with Enzina Marrari (artist on tumblr!) to prepare her show “of love.” at the International Gallery of Contemporary Art in Anchorage. Then she needed some press photos and asked if I could take them.

I was pretty nervous because I’ve never worked with a model before, and don’t consider myself a professional. But Enzina ended up doing most of the direction, dancer Nicolina Lawson was super friendly and obliging, and I just focused on the technical aspects (re: pushing the shutter button).

At the end of the shoot, everyone got up to leave, and I had a quick idea of having Nicolina huddle in the corner. It was the last shot of the session but has become my favorite.

All for nothing (Anchorage, Alaska)

Rice bowl (Ywa Pu, Myanmar)

“If I were creating the world I wouldn’t mess about with butterflies and daffodils. I would have started with lasers, eight o’clock, day one!” (Ywa Pu, Myanmar)

Paintbrush (Hti Thein, Myanmar) 

Like a kitty? (Buckner Building, Whittier, Alaska)

Angry tangle (Rainbow Ridge, Alaska)

Mirrored existences: Walk-by shooting. So I staged my contribution to Alejandra’s prompt by enlisting a friend. So what.

Listening to the cacophony of water dripping around us; tasting the cold, damp air of the sub-basement; smelling rot, rust and algae; looking at these beautiful shapes intersecting; and feeling the click of the shutter vibrate through my hands: bliss. (Buckner Building, Whittier, Alaska)