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how we got here…

My photography aims to get as close as it comfortably can to the things we love—our animals, our crafts, and the wonders out in nature that we might not notice as we rush through life. I treasure minute detail.

I grew up in central Connecticut, where cities and suburbs balance with forests and mountains. A clump of trees and shrubbery in the backyard of my childhood home became a little forest; I collected seeds and algae to make potions in baby food jars; I peered into my kids’-sized microscope to trace the veins on leaves. I lost myself in books about miniature people and tiny heroic rodents.

The closer we get, the more magic we can capture.

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“Still will I harvest beauty where it grows”

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Still will I harvest beauty where it grows:
In coloured fungus and the spotted fog
Surprised on foods forgotten; in ditch and bog
Filmed brilliant with irregular rainbows
Of rust and oil, where half a city throws
Its empty tins; and in some spongy log
Whence headlong leaps the oozy emerald frog. . . .
And a black pupil in the green scum shows.
Her the inhabiter of divers places
Surmising at all doors, I push them all.
Oh, you that fearful of a creaking hinge
Turn back forevermore with craven faces,
I tell you Beauty bears an ultra fringe
Unguessed of you upon her gossamer shawl!

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