Returning to the Midwest always stirs a curious blend of nostalgia and discovery in me. While my lens typically captures the vibrant coral gardens of distant shores, there's something profoundly movin...
It's a crisp spring morning as I stand on the Detroit Riverfront, watching the golden light dance across the Renaissance Center's glass façade. The city stretches before me—a living canvas of resilien...
There's something utterly magical about Colorado in autumn that speaks to both the scientist and artist in me. The transformation of Fort Collins—a place I recently visited while documenting textile t...
Seattle has always reminded me of coastal tide pools – layers upon layers of fascinating elements that reveal themselves only to the patient observer. While most visitors rush to capture the Space Nee...
As I stood before the imposing Black Church at dawn, watching the first golden rays illuminate its weathered stones, I couldn't help but draw parallels to the delicate coral structures I've spent deca...
There's something about returning to America's heartland that stirs my soul in ways the world's most exotic coral reefs cannot. Perhaps it's the familiarity of seasons – something I've missed during m...
There's something almost transcendent about standing before Versailles at dawn, when the first light catches the gilded gates and transforms them into portals of liquid gold. After three decades of st...