My life as I know it is about to change: forever. In about 4 weeks, most likely under the guidance & protection of the full moon of February 7th and surrounded by my own tribe, I will give birth to my son. I have no expectations … Read More →
Category Archives: Yoga Photography
1.2.12 Photographing Skin as Vulnerable As Yours
I have heard hundreds of confessions of sorrow by now. I have listened to thousands of stories of suffering. I have held in my very arms countless sisters and a few brothers as they wept and shared their feelings of utter unworthiness and despair. These confessions used to be only on … Read More →
9.14.11 Photographing 2 Priestesses
I am in love with Those whom we have learned to judge. I am drawn to Those we are told to hate. I am best friends with the Ones whom we call names in the shadows but smile to in daylight. I am in love … Read More →
7.1.11 Photographing a Yoga Goddess
My yoga practice has gone out the door. With it has gone rising early and eating mostly raw food. I am 2 months pregnant, unmarried and just today I signed up for the first time in my life for AHCCCS (a state health-care for poor folk) and … Read More →
1.5.11 Photographing Dancing Asana
I have started up my Mysore Yoga practice again. For those of you who don’t know what Mysore is, I’ll give you the briefest of brief description as I understand it. Mysore is always done very early in the morning. Very early. Maybe too early. … Read More →
1.3.11 Photographing The Inside of My Heart
It was when Marty and Karen yelled into the canyon below us, “tenemos medicina, tenemos agua (we have medicine, we have water),” at the top of their 60-something year old lungs that I shed my first tear and shivered from a body covered in goose bumps. I … Read More →
12.7.10 Photographing Innate Wisdom
In my backyard there is a woman and maybe her baby on the fringes of death for something as basic as dehydration, that’s why. I was raised in a village with dark haired children and I, a child of a foreigner, was treated like an equal, like … Read More →
11.11.10 Photographing Authentic Asana Yoga
Like I have said before, I was raised by musical hippies. Religion was not enforced upon my growing-up self. Finding my authentic and artistic being, however, was strongly enforced. My Tia Esperanza tried with all of her heart and soul to bring me to the Catholic … Read More →