It’s that time of the year again. Early November means Jazz Festival in American Samoa, and another year as the official photographer.
Putting feelings down in color. It’s messy and the colors are wonky, but I kind of liked it that way. Inspired by Gauguin, and the light in my room.
A photo diary of one dawn morning when the sky’s colors said more than I could
This giant clam shell still intact.
The glow of sunlight through the windows in the studio.
The mangroves in the backyard lagoon. What are you grateful for?
Not much to do on Sundays, except for jumping into tidepools, snorkeling at the beach, and whale watching with friends. Can’t every day be Sunday Fun Day?
Productive Saturday – a moody sunrise, a couple hours of work, impromptu home improvement projects… oh, and we painted our fridge blue!