The real thing is that sweet joy you feel when you're in the midst of it.

We have a funny concept of time in this culture. We revere it as we revere money, yet we rarely spend any of it on ourselves. We complain that we can't make what time we have go around, yet day after day we spend our allotment doing things we don't really want to be doing.

Photos are our autobiography, a way of telling who we are.

I believe a woman who loves herself is a powerful, passionate, attractive force and I commit from this day forward to love myself deeply and extravagantly

I believe that what it is I have been called to do will make itself known when I have made myself ready.

May we, as image makers, shapers of the culture, set our sights on things we value, rituals we engage in that heal and serve. May our images honor the ordinary endeavors of common people, and may they make their way to the eyes of the weary - light to the dark, fire to the chill.

We are vulnerable to fear only when we leave the present. If I drift into the past, my regrets surge up, my memories of failing and forsaking. If I shift into the future, I meet with doubt and delusion, fear of what's to come, what I'm not capable of controlling. It's in the present moment that I belong.