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I’m not a cat person, as a rule. Then I met Carew. He regarded me as an equal (in typical feline fashion) and I got lost in the gossamer strands of his dashing whiskers.

carew the cat

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There is something both powerful and precarious about being on top. It’s good to be queen, but it’s tough to hold the hill. Especially in heels.

woman on top of the world

Photo shoot (II) at Gold Medal Park, Mpls with actress/model Dena Miller

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I was explaining to Sawyer how a happy accident created this effect – like the world is spinning. “But, the world is spinning,” he replied. Indeed it is.

woman in red

Photo shoot at Mill Ruins Park, Minneapolis with actress/model, Dena Miller.

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To me, it’s all about the hat. Kind of Annie Hall meets Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It’s likely the closest I’ll ever get to the jewelry counter at JB Hudson…

self portrait with many frames

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For Zola, every day is independence day. We should all enjoy our freedom so much…

independence day

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Peavey Plaza is a great public space in Minneapolis. In the summer, the plaza fills with people, the sound of rushing water and plenty of live music.

self portrait in peavey plaza

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Anytime I can turn the downtown business district into my own personal funhouse, I’m pretty happy. The sculpture is Currents by David Landis. And, yes, I’m in there somewhere…can you find me?

self portrait in sculpture

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An ethereal scene conjured from the magical ordinary. Patterns in the ceramic glaze become sky and swirl and gravitational pull. Not bad for a flower pot.

self portrait in blue glaze

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How many times have I walked by these vacant buildings, never bothering to stop and look inside? What an incredible treat to find the Save Canvas art installation still housed inside, crumbling slowly along with the structures themselves.

self portrait with pigeons

For more on Save Canvas creator, Joe Belk, please see the current issue of Downtown Journal.

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A dreamy little photographic fantasy…

I came upon this psychedelic self portrait in a dingy vestibule. I decided to linger there, between worlds, to explore the distorted reality of the dent in the mirror.

self portrait: facial vortex