
The Weight of a Name: Jacob Shook’s Signature at the Museum of Haywood County History, Clyde NC
A hand moved across this page and the page held. A docent at the Museum of Haywood County History in Clyde, the house most people

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

A hand moved across this page and the page held. A docent at the Museum of Haywood County History in Clyde, the house most people

This is a story about grief, a river, and a dwarf crested iris in the Great Smoky Mountains. I did not want to be anywhere

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

Since February 27, 2024—when my son, Aidan Lee Hoglen, died at fifteen from Flu B—my identity has been shattered. The woman I was before that

The Arrival of Aidan’s Headstone “No! No! No!” I yelled as unearthly raindrops pelted my windshield, each one a heavy blow against my resolve. “Seriously,