New Work for Webber Coleman Woodwork

I usually would photograph a kitchen with the lights off, but after talking it over with the client, we decided lights on would be best - in part because the house was located inside a grove of trees with almost no natural light, and in part because the lighting was designed to accentuate the kitchen. I could tell from the rest of the house that this kitchen remodel really opened things up! We also photographed two of the bathrooms they had remodeled in the same house. I loved what Jessica Webber did with the staging!

Jennifer & Aussie

Congratulations to Jennifer for her winning bid on the certificate I donated to the UGA Poultry Science Club! We had our shoot last week and it was a blast. Aussie is a funny horse - very obstinate - and Jennifer seems to be the only person who can get her to do whatever.  This lovely couple has been together for a number of years and they have done all kinds of fun things - shows, drill team, trail riding.  

The Story of My Fiddle + A Little Tune

In 4th grade I was taken to an after school thing where we got to play with musical instruments and pick one to learn. The adults asked "What do you want to play?"

I said, "I want to play the violin."

"We don't have a violin program," responded the adults, "you'll have to pick something else."

I picked the flute, but never got over my desire to play the violin. I love the sounds of the fiddle so much that I even dreamed, literally, like dreamed during my sleep, that I was playing it. But it always seemed so impossible. One day I was messing around with Michael's mandolin, and started playing along with a record. "Whoa," I said, "this makes so much sense." I continued playing the mandolin for the next few years and occasionally picked up another person's violin and made some game attempts to play. The bowing came fairly naturally, once I was shown how to do it, and since the mandolin and the violin are tuned the same, I could manage with the left hand.

One day, I decided to just go ahead and start playing the violin. I mentioned this to our fiddle player, and she loaned me a violin she had sitting around. I loved that fiddle, but since it wasn't mine, I had to give it back after a few months. I started looking around for a fiddle of my own, and remembered that when I had met my family on my dad's side while my grandmother was in the hospital, they had told me of a violin that had belonged to my great-grandfather, Tony Sneath, who had taught violin and piano lessons, played in an orchestra, and owned a piano store. It was tucked away in someone's attic, and had been since he had passed away the year of my birth.

I made some phone calls, and found that my cousin Liz, whose attic it was in, was delighted at the prospect that it would be played again. She met me the next day to give it to me.

After sitting for 30 years in the attic, it needed a little work. I took it to the fiddle doctor, and he quickly got it in working order. When I picked it up, I asked him to tell me what he could about it. 

"This violin is a mystery," he said. "I can't tell when it was made. In some ways it looks hand made. In others, it looks factory made. It has been repaired a number of times. There is a mark inside indicating that it went to auction at some point, and the tag inside was taken out of another violin. There is only one thing that I can tell you for sure."

"What is that?"

"Your great-grandfather loved this fiddle very much," he said, holding it in his hands and looking down upon it. 

Hog of the Forsaken is a song by Michael Hurley with a prominent fiddle line. I fell in love with the song on the back porch at Shady Grove, and decided to learn it on the fiddle. So I asked Michael Hurley to teach me. He showed me how, and then I played along with the record. I wanted to sing it, too, but it is in a most awkward key for me, hitting notes that are too low. So, I just jam on it instead. A little recording is below, so that my family can hear my great-grandfathers fiddle being played once again.

Giving Thanks for my Equestrian Life

Today I am giving thanks. I am so grateful for the role that horses have played in my life, and especially to my mom, who enabled me to ride throughout my life.

Thanks to my mom, who got me in the saddle before I was born by riding while she was pregnant with me. She taught me to ride, hauled me to lessons and 4-H practice and shows, bought me my pony, my first Arabian, and gave me the horse she bred out of her mare. When I was in college and couldn't afford a horse, she hauled her two horses to meet me in downtown Portland (and parallel parked a 4 horse slant) and pick me up to take me riding while she had drill team practice.

Thanks to Honey, the solid chestnut Appaloosa mare who was the first horse to teach me to ride when I was a toddler, and took such good care of me.

Thanks to Blue, my grulla Quarter Pony, who did whatever he wanted, pretty much when he wanted. He taught me how to convince an equine that it wants to do what I want to do. He taught me to get back on after falling off and made me a confident rider.

Thanks to Subiah, my first Arabian mare, whom I loved more dearly than anything in my early teens. She taught me how to train a horse and just how deep a friendship can be. She also taught me that sometimes you just have to say goodbye.

Thanks to Fatima, who taught me how to start a horse from scratch, how to safely handle and calm a nervous, high strung horse, how to keep my seat when the horse suddenly moves sideways, and most importantly, she taught me patience.

And last but certainly not least, thanks to Bella, pictured here, who has taught me that unshakable trust between a horse and rider will overcome fear any day. She taught me that the adoration between a horse and rider can be completely mutual. She gives me friendship and love every day, and has helped immensely to cure my depression. She has shown me that horses are incredibly intelligent animals, who know when they are in a dangerous situation and will be forever grateful if you help them out. I call her my angel pony and often wonder - did I save her, or did she save me?

These are not all of the horses I have ridden or leased, and am thankful also for each and every horse who made me a better rider, a better horsewoman, and a more patient, kind and thoughtful person.

What are you thankful for in your equestrian life?

2016-2017 Willamette Week Finder

The Willamette Week Finder was released a couple of weeks ago and I was very excited to get my copy in the mail yesterday! Why would I need a guide for Portland when I just moved to Georgia? Because a bunch of my photos are in it! Many of my street style images made it into specific neighborhoods, as well as many images of bars and food that I  shot over the last year or so. But my favorites were the full 2 page intro spreads to each quadrant. Some of my favorites are below.

I'm Moving to Georgia!

I'm moving to Athens, Georgia!

While business has been great here  and I've been photographing a crazy amount of houses for the real estate market, the real estate market has become problematic. Our house and property which we lovingly call Shady Grove is slated for development of eco-condos. This was originally supposed to happen when our lease was up at the end of July, so we started looking for housing and were unable to find anything that we could afford anywhere we would want to live, and buying in this market is out of the question. Therefore, we decided back in February to move to the South, so that we could be close to Michael's family for a while. Since we have friends in Athens, Georgia, have visited a number of time and Michael loved living here oh so many year ago, we've decided that would be a good spot for us. Farewell, Portland! 

As I will be busy continuing to shoot houses and working on a few editorial assignments for the Willamette Week and Cascade Sotheby's Magazine, while packing and getting everything in order to leave, I will be putting my blog on pause for a moment. I'll be back some time in August!

Drift Creek Falls & Kass the Light

The Willamette Week needed photos of Drift Creek Falls outside of Lincoln City so I asked my pal Kass and her dog Lupo to go with me. While at it, I figured it would be nice to get some pretty photos of her, because I love photographing her anyway. Read about the hike to Drift Creek Falls.

2361 NW Quimby

25 Bluffs Ct, Lincoln City, OR

A little house at the beach with incredible views! Shot this one for my favorite realtor client (sorry everyone else)! Amy Graham and everyone on her time is a peach and a total pro - if you are looking to buy or sell in Lincoln City, Newport, Otis or any of the surrounding areas, look her up!

Game Over

I went to Lincoln City to photograph a couple of spots for the Willamette Week. Game Over is an arcade/bar where you can drink and play arcade games all night. Fun! Read about Game Over.

2408 NE 146th