When I was about 30, I entered therapy, thinking that what I wanted was a better marriage, but unconsciously beginning a long journey into becoming more of my real self. I wanted wholeness, the real meaning of the word “healing.” During that same period, I bought my first 35mm camera and began taking pictures of my two adorable daughters. …
A Tribute to Lives Cut Short
Ninety-five years ago this man, James Struthers Lochhead, was born. I took this snapshot of my Dad in the late ‘80’s when I was an adult with my own children, He was visiting us in our house, and so it seemed like the moment for a photo. I didn’t think about it much. But today, in the turbulent wake …
An Audience with Ansel
It was the summer of 1983, and I was soaring. Griegs’ pianto concerto was blaring in my brown VW bus, and I was heading up Highway 1 to Carmel. I had a date with Ansel Adams. I had taken all the photography courses my community college offered, and had moved through a “Masters’ course” at UCLA. So, feeling pretty …
