
Storm Over Asheville: How to Photograph Thunderstorms in Western North Carolina
“What in the world is that?!” I said it to nobody but myself. I was alone in my 2010 Ford Ranger, gripping the wheel, leaning

These are the journals of a woman who learned to see by paying attention.
Here you will find reflections on photography and the philosophy behind it, new writing pulled fresh from the work, and the mountains that have shaped every word and image I have ever made. The Southern Appalachians are not backdrop here. They are bone and breath.
Pixel, my heart dog, will also make appearances. He is blind and fearless and has better instincts than most people I know.
Come in. Stay awhile. The light is good.
Sabrina

“What in the world is that?!” I said it to nobody but myself. I was alone in my 2010 Ford Ranger, gripping the wheel, leaning

Close-up of a banjo head and strings, warm tones, Appalachian music photography by Sabrina L. Greene Spending time studying my family’s photographs and getting my

I realized recently that I have been a photographer for over two decades now, yet I had been telling others I had only been at

I’ve always loved mountain weather; its moods, its music, the way it speaks in texture and light.My father worked storms for decades as a foreman