Natural Chaos Sometimes breakdown is beautiful. As symbols of abandonment are reclaimed by nature. Speckled Corrosion Vintage Pepsi

I didn’t start dragging myself out of bed at 5:15 a.m. because I suddenly became a morning person or because I enjoy hearing the alarm. I started because I realized there was a version of the city that existed only before everyone else woke up. It was quieter. Stranger. I wasn’t a nurse practitioner, a daughter, or responsible for solving other people’s problems. I was just a photographer driving through a sleeping city, looking for stories hidden in ordinary places. I wanted

Saguaro deserves a second post. Just one wasn't enough to show all of the parks trails... Heights... Weirdness... and closeups. The Javelina Wash Trail. And just a few more.

Waiting I'm drawn, not necessarily to decay, but to what remains when something is forgotten. Dropped Support I love photographing how things push back against neglect. Life Finds a Way And what survives loneliness.