Living It Up

Collage of all the flowers I’ve photographed this past year.

Anyone who knows me knows I love a few things in life. My city, my cat, my office and its window and my husband. In no particular order.

Over the River Boyne, at Newgrange and Knowth in Ireland.

I made him this little platform, to chill and look out onto the courtyard of our Manhattan apartment. Every night, he sits and looks out of the window, examining the world, in a way that I imagine feels gratitude for not having to live on the streets any more. Then satisfied that the neighborhood folk are doing what they should, he turns and watches me, his gaze not exactly flat, not entirely inscrutable but also not exactly known. Until his eyes heavy and languid, close and then the sweetness of his purring begins.

24 years

Milos, Greece

Achill Island, Ireland

Heat Wave Acropolis

Look east to find the coming light of dawn, a spark of the new day.

Altered reality

Pagan Poetry

vulva rosa

Gargoyles of York Minster

Friday, work week ended well.

I made a baby’s dress.

FINE, I don’t need your shitty snacks. F*ck you too then.

Hiding amongst the sex organs