I do not have enough space to describe Reverie Revival. This was not a traditional workshop. This was for those photographers that truly, one hundred percent, needed a restoration of the soul. The term “be comfortable with being uncomfortable,” was never a Truer statement than this. We hiked and camped in cold temps, road tripped around the entire Olympic National Park in hippie VW Westfalia vanagons…and bared our souls every night by the campfire. Shed tears during photo sessions with one another as we allowed each other to see past the face we put on and capture us completely vulnerable. Woke up at sunrise, walked to the Sol Duc River, found rocks that were in the water and read a Bible verse together.

We will all tell you that Big Foot followed us and we stayed at the Treaty Line. I will tell you that I lost count on all the hikes and scenery locations we explored. Lost count on how many songs we sang too loudly too, lost count on how many propane tanks we ran out of to keep us warm at night…But, I will never lose count of the women that forever changed my life. Tamara, Stephanie, Jessica, Marie, Maria, Lisa, Brittany and Katie.

Intimacy has the ability to show up in every part of your life. From the conversations you have, to the hugs you share, to the unspoken energy. It’s there and it’s my favorite place to be. I seek to be in the wave of intimacy when my hand and eye meet another.  I seek to be in the intimate adage of verbal and physical transactions.