Storm Over Asheville: How to Photograph Thunderstorms in Western North Carolina
March 14, 2026
“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