Love’s Threshing Floor is a collection of photographs and their accompanied writings from the first 25 years of my life, composed of 4 volumes- Spirit, Kindred, Blood, Flames. This opus will one day exist as a tangible capsule of all I’ve come to love about being alive.

And what I love about being alive is what I’ve come to know about life.

I know heaven and hell, mundanity and magic all exist here with us. I know chaos and order walk side by side, and are actually the best of friends. I know to believe in dreams because they are my spirit talking back to me. I know that grief is holy and “for beauty’s sake” is the best reason for anything. I know that Nature is always taking care of herself even in forest fires and hurricanes, and I know that seasons are one of her greatest gifts to us. She is my best and favorite teacher to date. I know that God, actually probably all of them, are rooting for some wild victory of life. Willing us each to be life's champion, although these days I feel more like life’s bride, which are similar enough anyway. I know that playing is my best medicine and I don’t fully understand why but I cry a little every time I laugh and I laugh really hard in the midst of crying really hard, and the yearning to do both feels intrinsically sacred to me. And I know that at the crux of life’s core there is a lesson by name of Surrender who is some sovereign entity that makes nectar out of you, and I know I will be rediscovering her- as if for the first time- over and over again until the very day I pass from this earth. Even after being alive this long, or maybe especially after being alive this long, and for all this loving- I still haven’t found enough of a way to scream my thanks other than to photograph and write it all down.

I suppose the only things worth knowing about me, about anyone really, is what and who we love in this life. Even those moments that break our hearts, because that’s just Love, too. She is chiseling away at each of us everyday, carving us into something so precious.

So this is all just an ode to Love, who is dancing me through her threshing floor.