I am so pleased to be included in the Ocean Series for Chronicle Books. The series of notebooks and notecards will launch Spring 2019. Keep and eye out in your favorite local bookstore!


NEW Series | Water + Light

Truro, Ma | 2016

Kettle Ponds

In mid-August sometimes we escape the crowds of our ocean beach a hit the fresh water kettle ponds in Truro. The kettle ponds were formed more than 15,000 years ago, when blocks of glacier ice melted, leaving massive holes, called kettles, that filled with fresh water. Our pond off of Collins Road is nestled in the forest accessible only by a long sandy path. If we arrive at the right time we have the place to ourselves, minus a couple of snapping turtles looking for hand outs. This summer I photographed the girls in the pond swimming. I have always wanted to capture the girls in motion underwater and it is difficult to do this in the ocean. The pond was perfect with its stillness and clear water which is a beautiful green when illuminated by light. The images have a dream-like quality much like summer itself.

The Kindness of Strangers

One of my favorite things about coming east for the summer is opening our house for the season. The kids tear through each room at a lightening pace almost in disbelief that this two hundred year old house is still here. Aside from the beach treasures and sun faded books tucked away on the shelves, one of my favorite things to discover are gifts left from strangers. Our house is always open to friends and friends of friends to use when we have returned to California. A house becomes a home when it is filled with laughter and memories. This year we were greeted by a beautiful watercolor left on our mantle by someone that we have never met. It made our homecoming that much more sweet. The kindness of strangers.

Summer 2015


Summer has always been a migratory time for my family. Growing up at a boarding school in Connecticut, we would leave our faculty home and head to the outer Cape each summer. My grandfather retired to Truro, MA in the 1950s and we would camp out in his 50s modern home on the Pamet. Summers were freedom. Summers were about catching fireflies and having more bug bites than we could count. Summers were long days on our favorite beach with no sunscreen and a jug of lemonade. Summers were about family. This summer as I prepare my kids to migrate east for my 45th summer on Cape Cod, I feel the same sense of excitement as I did as a child. My children get to experience my childhood, as they are the fourth generation in this unique spot where ocean meets the sky in the most spectacular way. Here we come, full of anticipation and love for a place which embodies summer.

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