Historical Marker

It started with a 1976 Nikon F2 and a fascination with the darkroom. For years, I chased candids and city lights, documenting life as it happened.

After my husband passed, my lens found a new kind of beauty in the silence of graveyards. What began as a way to process grief has transformed into a decade-long study of history, travel, and the "art of the end." I now explore how death shapes our world, seeking the stories left behind in the stone.