I don't remember the first time I met Zoe; actually, now that I think about it, we might have been playing King's Cup at the boys' old house, sipping Rolling Rock on the floor. There was a day in winter of 2015 that fog rolled into Seattle in a way that fog typically doesn't behave in this city. On that day, Zoe, a few friends, and I marveled at the otherworldly nature of the sunset, playing with dogs as light filtered through the misty air. I don't know Zoe very well, but I know that in the last three years of moving in and out of each other's lives, she has remained a beacon, however brief our interactions. I had the joy of photographing Zoe for my series on womxn in their spaces, and during the couple hours we spent together that afternoon, she gave me a glass of wine, taught me about my moon sign, and burned incense. It was all very lovely - it was blooming.
tanisha, my friend - a first blog post
I don't know how to curate a blog. But I know what it's like to connect with another human and share stories and wine and walk on the beach with local cider in hand and watch the sunset, however dim it might be due to winter's residue. I don't know much about most things, but I know sunlight spilling onto the bodies of people I love, an illumination of gold, and glory. I know a fair amount about sending texts that say, "We don't have to have intentional one on one time, in fact, I have a lot to do, but I want to just be near you," and then lo and behold, having most of the time be spent in conversation without expectation. I now know about laughing as we plop blackberries onto our tongues and scoop goat cheese onto fig and olive crisps (praise the good Mother for Joe the Trader and all of his delicious snacks). I met Tanisha a week(?) or so ago and I photographed her for my Space series. And here we are! I am hopeful. Here's my first blog post. It's not much, but it's true.
