shoots with morgan.

relent shoot.

laundry shoot

garage shoot

subway shoot.

fleeting show

fleeting shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

relent shoot

in the fishbowl shoot morgan won a photography award for this photo.

fleeting show

fleeting show

fleeting show

laundry shoot

laundry shoot

laundry shoot

laundry shoot

laundry shoot

laundry shoot

subway shoot

street shoot

in the fishbowl shoot

sparkler shoot

garage shoot

mix-medium explorations.

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marlowe wren mobile 2014 owl

marlowe wren mobile 2014 from below

marlowe wren mobile design 2014

marlowe mobile

marlowe mobile

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marlowe wren mobile 2014

lobo marino "holy river" video shoot 2014

lobo marino show "holy river" debut richmond, va 2015

lobo marino "holy river" video shoot with atticus, pregnant with marlowe wren 2014

lobo marino show "holy river" debut richmond, va 2015

lobo marino "holy river" video shoot 2014

ocean's poetry (2009) osaka, japan

ocean's poetry (2009) osaka, japan

newspaper, glue, pastels, and oil paint

ocean's poetry (2009) osaka, japan

elephant mobile design plan floyd, va

elephant mobile (2011) floyd, va

elephant mobile (2011) floyd, va

upholstery fabric, wood + glass beads, feathers, handmade ceramic beads, and wood.

elephant mobile (2011) floyd, va

elephant mobile (2011) floyd, va

elephant mobile (2011) floyd, va

the sky was high (2010) goa, india

the sky was high (2010) goa, india

paper, magazine, pen, colored pencil, water color, and marker

the sky was high (2010) goa, india

the sky was high (2010) goa, india

missing (2010) goa, india

missing (2010) goa, india

pencil, pen, and watercolor

black birds in flight - instillation (2009) osaka, japan

sentaku no hi - laundry day (2010)

sentaku no hi - laundry day (2010)

newspaper, wood, marker, watercolor, and xerox drawing + photo

sentaku no hi - laundry day (2010) osaka, japan

in the time it takes one leaf...

in the time it takes one leaf...

metal, wood, magazine, foil, watercolor

in the time it takes one leaf to fall (2011) floyd,va

in the time it takes one leaf to fall (2011) floyd, va

in the time it takes one leaf to fall (2011) floyd, va

in the time it takes one leaf to fall (2011) floyd, va

the roots of flight (2009) osaka

the roots of flight (2009) osaka

cardboard, marker, foil, magazine

the roots of flight (2009) osaka, japan

the roots of flight (2009) osaka, japan

the roots of flight (2009) osaka, japan

looking in from a distance.

(a story as seen through a keyhole and framed in poetry)

Distanced by blue, barely mountains,

a lone house sits on a lone hill, where quiet shuffles in stiffly, like starched arms walking through a day-before's motions.

It sits for tea, for time for tea; it sits (but without a creak in the chair).

It sits and waits for it's break, to be as a teacup breaks on wood, unexpected and hollow in its leaving of wholeness.

As quiet waits its turn to turn,

the evening sifts colors in the sky,

pushing slides, projected through a peeling wood window, then further sectioned frames; an open hole, blowing cream and curtain lace, (but soundlessly so),

and so, like so, seasons change and clouds change and winds change

and even change changes into something new that someone, somewhere, knew better than to expect.

The "expect" in the turning of hours, to be marked by a great grandfather clock,

…ticked by a grandfather clock,

tolled by all grandfather clocks.

The swing of brass behind glass, reflecting the chair, where, once quiet sat (in this room with windows)

and waited, as sound waits now, thick, in the tick tick tick of a moving hand.

If a young woman were to stand here, in a long, sloping, red-beaded, backless dress, perhaps a soft yellowing flower in her strong, burnt-brown hair;

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if she were to turn from the clocks facing (where she studies her flower's framing),

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she would eye a room spun in spurts, stuttering out a scene, but seen in continuum,

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and she would perceive something's amiss. But, as she cannot see the song she learned as a child, learned in summer's full sway under the spark of fireflies between stars (the faint whisper of a creek creeping through mossy air)

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like she cannot see that song,

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having never seen it, she still knows it to be gone.

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Or she would that is,

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if this woman was in this house, on a dull, green hill bullied by barely mountains.

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In this room,

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with a grandfather clock and a wood chair on a wood floor,

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framed by windows framing fleeing skies.

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In her lack, a man takes the floor, he strides quarter boards with the tick tick tick,

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of a clicking heel, of his steel-toed boots.

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He is an old man (give him your father's name if that would make you uncomfortable enough to care),

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he who has been here before.

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As he sits, the chair creaks to meet his mass.

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His sips cooled tea steeped in seawater,

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until sips end give spin to a shadowed play,

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a swirl, as if wind in a porcelain sky,

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grains to ground,

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a mound with swollen leaves as trees.

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This man, (the name you know), he knows this place, placed within his cup, left by the wisdom of his own lips.

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He stands, stills the clock, studies the mountain's breathless rise and sink.

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(In the crux of the cup, a figure slips by).

go forth and inspire.
 
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