my wedding collection

Red Rock Canyon, Las Vegas, Nevada, March 2011


Las Vegas, Nevada, March 2011


Fort Stevens, Oregon, June 2011

buoyed by hope

Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure.

save the ta-tas

This is my 2nd year in a row participating in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, along with other volunteers from work.

Billie finds success

Earlier, I had written about Billie the bee, who tried to find work as a model but did not really have the know-how. Well, an entire semester of courses on posture, lighting, and finding her best angle has given Billie the boost she needs, and here she returns in her most stunning work to date--the spread that made her a household name.

This one made the cover of the August 2009 issue of betty bee magazine!

The story of Billie is really just to give me an excuse to display more than one of these bee photos, because I could not pick just one. This was such a funny occurrence--at the Portland market, a bee landed on the zinnias I was photographing, and then here at the Beaverton market, a bee again chose the flowers I was shooting.

a cautionary tale for reckless lovers

Cherries and pits on the asphalt at the Beaverton Farmer's Market.

the swordfight in which no one won.

This one is called Lion's Ear. Each 'petal' has a fuzzy texture, like weightless slivers of peach.

the Ophelian complex

I like the softness of this picture. Think: cuddle blankets, fleece jackets, flannel jammies, down pillows...

[Beaverton Farmer's Market.]

the taste of truth.

"Peer into my soul," she said, but she disappeared before I could do so. I will never know the taste of truth.

[Beaverton Farmer's Market.]

the peculiarity of familiarity.

I saw these at the next Farmer's Market I traversed to, the Beaverton Farmer's Market next to the Beaverton City Library. Sadly, I forget what this little bulb-like plant is called. I love how they resemble a string of Chinese paper lanterns. I remember I had a pretty lantern one Autumn Festival, and when I set it down it burned up and away. I was so sad.

words to live by.

These are eggs laid by fat free-range hens*.

*I know they're fat because the stall owner had pictures of them. They're just a bunch of happy, overweight chickens hanging around the farm--it's really funny--although chickens are inherently funny already.

Daria weighs in

I want one!!!!!! A vintage egg scale--who knew these things existed? Unrelated, but did you know you can make square eggs?

a humbling nature

I dislike the taste of cilantro.

a display of my true feelings.

Leftover petals floating at the bottom of a bucket.

she keeps her glass half-full

Did you know artichokes can flower? I had no idea. They're monstrous.

Billie finds a new job

Billie decides to give modeling a shot, and flies in to join the zinnia photo shoot.


She only knows one pose, though, and thus, returns to pollinating flowers and producing honey. (She will try again later.)

the ground gives birth to miniature rainbows

I visited one of Portland's many farmer's (farmers' ?) markets today, this one being the Saturday Portland Farmer's Market at the Portland State University park blocks. On Thursday, I had chanced upon the smaller-scale Thursday Farmer's Market in Nob Hill/Pearl District while on my way to Patagonia (an outdoor gear store), and found a stall selling the most inspiring and vibrant bouquets I remember seeing recently, run by a family. I found out that they also did the Saturday market, and the girl I spoke with said they had an even bigger selection then, so along I came, with the goal to buy flowers to photograph. The vendors above are actually a different family; there were a few stalls, all run by Asian families (interestingly enough), selling lovely flowers.