Ghost of the Fairlane 500: What the Light Remembers at Waterville Lake
April 10, 2026
She did not ask me to take her photograph. She asked me to listen. I found the Fairlane 500 pulled from a mountainside above Waterville
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
She did not ask me to take her photograph. She asked me to listen. I found the Fairlane 500 pulled from a mountainside above Waterville