Kayaking off the shore of Bainbridge Island
A journey to Bainbridge Island becomes a reflection on community, unexpected connections, and the golden thread that quietly runs through our lives—even when we can’t see where it’s leading.

A journey to Bainbridge Island becomes a reflection on community, unexpected connections, and the golden thread that quietly runs through our lives—even when we can’t see where it’s leading.

A childhood move from Yakima to Seattle becomes a reflection on endings, new beginnings, and the awkward process of learning how to live a life that no longer looks like the one we knew.

One of my favorite summertime memories is Mic and Doreen, aka Dad and Mom, rushing home early from work on a warm July afternoon, hooking up the ski boat, and packing us into the car with a picnic to head over to Lake Sammamish, where we'd water ski

A neighborhood can look completely different when you return 40 years later. On aging, memories, relationships, and learning to notice the beauty and joy that are still there.