Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Fields of Gold


"You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold


So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold"

-Sting-

Published in the Black and White Issue, August 2014

Tuesday, July 15, 2014



"She promises herself adventure, new places, different views, a chance to get lost. She infuses her day with newness and wonder. She brings a camera everywhere, notices the little things, gets a cup of coffee at a different cafe, takes the long way home. She discovers so much unexpected joy. She begins to love the journey."
 Excerpt from the book "I Am Her"

Monday, July 14, 2014

Monsoon


The moonlit storm crept over the hill and whistled, beckoned and danced at my window.  The damp summer breeze, heavy, musty and powerful swirled around my room.  I could hear the tall country grass bending and the leaves hitting the screen and I watched the distant lighting play against the sky. Cracking, rumbling, rolling thunder I could feel in my chest. 


I lay there, jaded city girl untrusting of all of this, yet not wanting it to end. In the morning, as if in a dream, the adventure had slipped away silently leaving only a whisper with the sunrise. 

Friday, July 11, 2014

Gratitude

I'm very honored to be featured on such a well-respected website as; 


This website has been an amazing source of information, education and inspiration for my emerging career.  Kevin Raber has been watching my development since the very beginning so he's seen the good, the bad and the emerging. 
Kevin and Michael and Jeff have been a huge part of my development and I'm very grateful. 


The American Southwest


Monday, July 07, 2014


It would seem more apropos that with my photography I'm not so much a seeker of the great landscapes or grand vistas but simply one in love with the light. 

Great Spirit


Wandering in the beloved landscapes of the master himself,
 Ansel Adams. Yosemite was an amazing experience.  
There is a distinct feel to the place, a reverence.  

As seen in Outdoor Photographer Magazine 
August 2014 Black & White Issue

Sunday, July 06, 2014

Drifting


View from the Moki Dugway
“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche



You’ve written that you have now stepped into the image on the page and are starting to live your dream?


As a child I’d escape through the pages of National Geographic and I’d sit on the floor and just dream of those places. The deserts, the Grand Canyon and the National Parks.

Wednesday, July 02, 2014


“Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds… 
Lonely trees are not lonely!” 
― Mehmet Murat ildan

Monday, June 30, 2014

Me



I had a couple of hours to come up with a bio and photo of myself for a photography project I was working on.  To be truthful, I knew I had to do it but procrastinated hugely.   I was actually on my way out to hike with my dog and had to turn around when I got a email  to "get it done" today.

Even though at one point in my years as a California beach girl, I did print work. I was never prepared for the industry.  I'd been "scouted" one day at a gym and didn't give it much thought.  A "particular" shot went viral on AOL and driving one day in my car, I actually heard the local DJ's talking about my photo, I became suspiciously fearful of attention.

 I loved the photography but after a while, the act of having the camera pointed at me created a full-blown phobia. I have no idea why, I just know the anxiety it produced. If you want to get rid of me, you'll never have to insult me, just aim a camera at me and  I'm gone.

  How do you explain such a fear.  At a breakfast meeting with a group of photographers, one literally sat across the table and aimed his camera at me while I tried to eat.  I left.  I now found myself avoid meetings, meet-ups, anything like that, and yes, I know it's my loss.  I'm trying to work through it. 

After delving into a crash course in self-portraiture this weekend, I realized the whole time, my heart was pounding!  I'd get the camera in focus and my face wouldn't be. I'd get my face in focus and my tripod wouldn't be. I had  a tough time with focus and this is what I got!! . I know I had this naive notion that as my photography was getting more and more exposure, I could still live in an anonymous role as just the person behind the camera or  behind the pen. My theories were starting to break apart, into reality. Especially with the advent of social media, obscurity is an obscure notion.  Recognition happens, albeit uncomfortably. 


He had an attitude that gave the impression of grandeur,
but was really just a reaction to low self esteem.
It meant he acted large and important, but inside felt small and empty.
Which was sad, since everyone could see what he couldn't: 
That his was a magnificent soul -Karen Hutton

Sunday, June 29, 2014

An International Affair

Interviewed by the UK magazine: On Landscape 

"There can be many reasons why we first pick up a camera, but sooner or later it takes us on a journey. A relatively recent traveller is North American landscape photographer Valerie Millett. You should not delude yourself over her apparent speed of travel, however effective her use of social media. Behind the development in her image making lies a firm determination to better herself, and a considerable amount of hard work. She is now carefully forging a path of her own choosing, travelling at her own pace. You may have come across her blog which reveals that she is as comfortable with words as with images, however created. A mix of apt quotations and her own words tell of a developing dialogue with land and light and reveal something of the soul of this particular photographer."


Doesn't require a paid subscription, just registering to view entire article. Take a look and if you need to register to access 'Free with Sub' content this link will be helpful https://www.onlandscape.co.uk/wp-login.php?action=join_onlandscape

However the features and images always appear at their best in the PDF which subscribers can download (soon).


Such a departure from my static sandstone canyons. Not foreign in the least, as I'd grown up among the coastal California landscapes but a whole different world as a photographer. 

Noisy and wet, cold and damp. Walking on these rocks was like walking on concrete shards of glass. The patterns and textures of the natural jetties were beautiful and with each wave, little waterfalls sprung to life. Sea spray danced as the waves crashed and little pockets of tide pools hide their treasures. 


It was moving and rhythmic. 

Melancholy

Primordial

Saturday, June 28, 2014


"You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: 

she wanted storms..." 

Anna Akhmatova

Monday, June 23, 2014

Recent trip to visit  family and explore the California coast. I stayed in Southern California for a bit then headed north to the central coast and Big Sur area.  Then I shot over a bit west  to exploreYosemite. Quite an amazing road trip!

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Open Book


When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressive creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and opens ways for better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it and shows there are still more pages possible.” 
― Robert Henri 


Never let anyone tell you how to express yourself, find yourself, your style or how to create and explore your art. Don't let them close your book. Whatever the medium, paint, photography, video, the digital brush or the sable brush, it's YOUR art. There's no wrong way to do it or master it. There isn't ONE expert on the planet to say otherwise or one opinion that matters in the least.

Remember that. Just be.

Open your book, be wonderful, be an expressive creature. 
Damn the torpedos!

Whimsical

Desert Botanical Garden-Yucca

Friday, June 20, 2014




“She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.” 

― Lynn Kurland, Spellweaver

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Desert Botanical Garden-Time To Study



During the Summer months here in the Sonoran dessert going out to photograph means a bit of extra planning. Since I camp out my SUV some areas that I visit and hike often with cooler temps can be dangerous when the heat is on.  My trips are limited a bit but I still want to keep practicing my photography so I'll often head to the Desert Botanical Gardens in Phoenix. 

Fragile Things


"She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet,
 yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. 
You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her,
 but everything you think you know is wrong. 
Passion flows through her like a river of blood. 
She only looked away for a moment,
 and the mask slipped, and you fell. 
All your tomorrows start here."
Neil Gaiman

Friday, June 13, 2014

Intimate Yosemite



Most of my experience as a photographer in the Sonoran Desert and the surrounding landscapes have been with sandstone and red rock canyon walls.  What struck me about my first visit to Yosemite National Park to photograph (I'd been there as a child) was the granite rock faces. 

I thought they were exquisitely beautiful and powerful.  Strong and bold with artistic color variations and hues.  This combination with these ethereal and wispy waterfalls, a juxtaposition of contrasts of soft and strong and light and dark where immensely alluring . 

Thursday, June 12, 2014


A favorite subject of mine is that of still water and its reflections. 
I'm often actually standing in the water and have to remain perfectly still. 
It is essential for my images to be very sharp so I can not have any
camera movement.  I ALWAYS use a tripod and ball-head. 

I use Induro gear for my photography and it
has no doubt simplified my shooting process.  It's been dragged through the 
mud and snow, banged, beaten and taken a licking. 
I was interviewed by Marisa Getz of the Induro Company about my
photography and the article is featured on their blog. 
I'm very grateful for the exposure. 
Thanks to the kind people at Induro for
taking an interest. 




Sunday, June 08, 2014

It's A Girl's Life


"That time of day when the sun hasn’t come up yet, but you can already feel it coming. It’s an elusive warmth, like a subtle promise whispered in your ear and you can go on with your day knowing you’ve been given another chance to get it right." 
— Cassia Leo 

Sunrise on Oak Creek 

Saturday, June 07, 2014

Milo And The Magic Stones

“There is more to a boy than what his mother sees. There is more to a boy then what his father dreams. Inside every boy lies a heart that beats. And sometimes it screams, refusing to take defeat. And sometimes his father's dreams aren't big enough, and sometimes his mother's vision isn't long enough. And sometimes the boy has to dream his own dreams and break through the clouds with his own sunbeams.” 
― Ben Behunin

"Milo And The Magic Stones" read from a mother's lap, now rests with your own magic stones, treasures and little boy things where mother's tuck them away to remember those days that now seem stolen. 


Dream your own dreams and dare to dream big,  shine in this world with your brilliant sunbeams.  Make mistakes, make a difference but make your world a place of excitement and wonder. Never doubt that are so loved and so cherished. That will never change. 


Whispered in your ear for all these years "You are my sunshine" and you will continue to be until it shines no longer for me. 


Go conquer the world…

Tuesday, June 03, 2014

Free To Be




Death Valley was about the light. Certain landscapes just lend themselves to an almost animated state washed in the first rays of a sunrise or the simmering glow of a sunset. No doubt about it, Death Valley is one of those places.  My itinerary was this; Sunrise, Sunset and canyon exploration in between and I did this for 6 days.  On several occasions I missed a sunset by misjudging distances but these things happen. A location of note in that I kept moving, hiking, working and exploring from sunrise to sunset in a state of complete and utter blissful exhaustion.  I'd stop into town to eat occasionally, charge camera batteries and when the electronics would spring back to life I'd connect with family and the outside world. For the most part I found myself alone and content. 

Sunday, June 01, 2014



Bewitched by the reflective watery patterns and the soft subtle mirror worlds of sandstone and honest warm canyon light. Pull me in to sit on the sandy edge and peer into the underworld of sunlit stones, lost twigs and curious creek life.

 Let a warm breeze rustle the leaves above and play with my hair.  Let the hours go by without a care to meander, navigate, wade and gaze under rocks.  

Let me see, let me feel, let me always know what's real. Let me never lose my sense of wonder. 

Thursday, May 29, 2014

“Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate 
and the desire to hide.”
—D. W. Winnicott

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Keep Your Word




"The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear." 
— Stephen King (Different Seasons)

The Slide Fire



And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, And the forests will echo with laughter." 
--Stairway to Heaven 

West Fork Trail, Sedona, Arizona 

It's 4 AM and I can't sleep. 

I've been up reading all night about the Slide fire. I'm grateful to the locals and the contacts within the fire department who have been so kind to keep the messages to my phone coming.  I'm immensely moved by this thoughtfulness. 

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Photo Of The Month





“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.” 
― Martha Graham

Wednesday, May 14, 2014


“Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and, therefore, the foundation of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.” 
― J.K. Rowling


Tuesday, May 13, 2014


There is nothing more beautiful than soft light as it makes it's way through the forest canopy to warmly kiss the sandy ground. Smokey and ethereal, delicate and dainty. So many times at some point in this forest, I've been cold and wet and I've had to search for a bit of light to bask in and warm up. There is that moment when the body stops shivering and the affection of the sun takes over and fills you up. How many times I've sat in this state, this fleeting euphoria and wanted nothing else...

Monday, May 12, 2014




By the light of the Southwest moon I wander 
motionless light of a starry night. 
Atop a cresting hill I ponder 

Hold the sand, like I hold the world 
precious handfuls at a time
and watch the grains as they fall away 
like diamonds as the moon light shines

By the light of the Southwest moon, I wander.
I think of you 


and wonder...

Not So Long Ago


Thank you Arizona Highways Magazine for the image feature on the latest blog post.

http://arizonahighways.wordpress.com/2014/05/05/slide-rock-named-one-of-americas-10-best-state-parks/

I didn't even recognize the image as my own but was really surprised and happy to see it featured. Thanks to Arizona Highways Magazine, whose staff have been incredibly generous and supportive of my work. 

It reminded me of a great story that went with the photo. This is one of my VERY first photos with my little Canon Rebel 450D and I only had one lens, a Sigma 17-70mm. To me, my gear was priceless, I'd saved up for a long time to own this gear and I loved my camera dearly.