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Meeting Adonis in the rain



How I missed you…

I can’t remember the last time we played – just because we could.

So there we were. Down in front at Adonis Puentes and the Voice of Cuba Orchestra’s opening set at the Richmond Folk Festival. Plastered as close as possible to the action.

This is what I came for. And these, these are the stories I found when my camera and I had a playdate in the rain.









Wanderess in White, Part 2

She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.

The Wanderess by Roman Payne



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Wanderess in White: Part 1

Some days the universe listens intently and a session swirls with just the right movement, energy and light. Even now, words don’t do the day justice so I will let Sukenya speak for herself. (To be continued…)



A tale from the top


When you’re 8 and feelin’ girly, the issue of what to do with your hair is more important than having a crust-free jelly sandwich for lunch.

Super G wants to wear her hair out. Period. Braids, while neat and tidy, mean sporting the same ‘do day in and day out until I switch it up. Therein resides the problem for my increasingly independent girl who is finding her own style from the top down.

So we’ve been on a mission this past year to find a hair routine that will allow her to be her own daily stylist with ease. We’ve experimented with blow outs and hot combs, hooded dryers and curling irons. Each left us with a headache and frayed nerves.

Then came twists. They’re relatively simple to do, wet or dry: Part the hair into small sections. Then, take a section, divide it in half and  twist the two lengths of hair together like yarn.  Repeat this process again and again and again until you’re done.

Ok, yes, there is more to it than this and G could watch a Disney Channel mini marathon during the process, but her smile is better than candy.

Fog on the James, #4


[ James River, Richmond, VA ]

“Even people who are in the dark search for their shadows. Shadows exist only if there is light.”

M. Teresa Clayton