When does history become myth?  How does that myth record a truth?


I immigrated to Iceland 13 years ago. I married an Icelander. 


I’m often asked, “Why Iceland?” 


My reasons range from a rural lifestyle, a good job, beautiful nature, and my response ends on Icelandic women. 


I am documenting a path in life I never planned or expected. 


In my eyes the female spirit in Iceland encompasses strength and community. This strength has served as an inspiration in my life as an immigrant.


I photograph myself, my students, new family members and friends. 

The inclusion of myself into these places represents a connectedness to a place.


These photographs are my myths. They are my love, hopes, fears, and strength. 


They are my truth.