The 100 Day Project, Day 44. The shore of Lake Ontario is 15 minutes from my front door. We go walking along the pier there, no matter the season. There’s a lighthouse at the end of the pier that we aim saunter toward and from. In the summer we have ice cream cones from the local beloved Abbott’s custard.

The 100 Day Project, Day 43. There's a magical place here in Rochester — tucked inside a dodgy building near Lake Ontario, where musicians have made pilgrimages for decades to browse guitars, amps, and everything in between. Welcome to the House of Guitars.

The 100 Day Project, Day 42. Participating in the 100 Day Project is helping me reconnect with photographs that have been sitting in my archive for years. I’m finding so much joy in unearthing these gems; many of them I am seeing in print for the very first time.

The 100 Day Project, Day 41. This photograph was made inside an aquarium at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, just outside of Tucson — in the middle of the Sonoran Desert. Finding an aquarium in a desert is unexpected, a small miracle.

The 100 Day Project, Day 40. I did not set out to make a metaphor. I was driving to Bisbee, Arizona — a funky little arts town tucked into the hills near the Mexican border. Mike was driving and I, camera in hand as always, was photographing through the windows, playing with abstractions and movement

The 100 Day Project, Day 39. I’m drawn to abstraction, especially when it emerges from the ordinary. There’s something compelling about reshaping familiar objects into something unexpected — revealing details we overlook simply because we see them too often.

The 100 Day Project, Day 38. Yesterday when I printed on that stunning Hahnemühle Photo Rag Metallic paper, I knew that this photo — Rivulets in Rose Gold— would be today’s image. The silvery metallic surface is the perfect way to capture the shimmering of the sea in this photo. The printed artwork is simply stunning.

The 100 Day Project, Day 36. The day was cold, drizzly, and very windy. Diamond Beach in southern Iceland is not a place that coddles you. That day it demanded my full attention — the black pebble beach, the roaring surf, the pelting rain. No horizon visible, just a milky fog heavy on the shoreline turning the car-sized icebergs floating out to sea into ghost-like figures.

The 100 Day Project, Day 35. I'm on the hunt for moments of joy. The last few years have been full of transition, caring for parents, and trying to survive the chaos of the world — so when I find little pockets of delight I soak them up. Finding these fluffy, bright flowers was one of those moments. Known as fífa in Icelandic — cotton grass in English — they charmed me immediately.

The 100 Day Project, Day 34. I’ve photographed these vintage wood bobbers every single time I have visited our friend Kip’s family home on Vinalhaven Island in Maine. They are more than just fishing gear to me; they’re like little portkeys, transporting me back in time to the rugged, salt-aired history of the island.

The 100 Day Project, Day 33. I made this photograph — Alone Together — moments after Wave Longing, the image I shared on Day 1, the one that hangs in my bedroom and changes every time I look at it. Same beach. Same afternoon. I had simply turned right and walked a few paces.

The 100 Day Project, Day 32. We never quite know where the journey will take us. We change lanes. Merge into others. We exit life paths we thought we'd travel forever and find ourselves on roads we never planned to take.

The 100 Day Project, Day 31. I photograph a lot of water. I grew up canoeing and tubing on the Illinois River as it wraps around Siloam Springs, Arkansas. In high school and college in the San Francisco Bay Area, I had the Pacific Ocean to escape to. For years I lived in landlocked states — Arizona, Nebraska — and felt the absence of it in ways I couldn't quite name. Now I live minutes from the beaches of Lake Ontario. The water always finds me, or I find my way back to it.

The 100 Day Project, Day 30. This tiny fragment of ice came from a glacier. A small, translucent remnant, washed ashore on the black sand beach at Breiðamerkursandur — known as Diamond Beach — in southeast Iceland. The Jökulsárlón glacier lagoon calves its ice into the sea, and the ocean returns these last fragments to the shore, polished and luminous, like precious stones.

The 100 Day Project, Day 29. This is Dettifoss — the most powerful waterfall in Europe, located in northern Iceland. I made this photograph with my sweet vintage Yashica, a medium format film camera that travels with me often. I love it because it forces me to slow down, to compose, to be intentional about every image I see before I make it.

The 100 Day Project, Day 28. I want to print this photo really big. So big you will feel like you can step right into it and take a walk across the high plains of northern Iceland as the sun falls toward the horizon and rakes its light across the wildflowers.

The 100 Day Project, Day 27. I have been noticing that my practice is gravitating toward images like this one. Quiet. Intimate. Still. It’s a reflection of the calm I seek and try to create in my life, after years of transition after transition.

The 100 Day Project, Day 26. This is a rare self-portrait. I don't often turn the lens on myself — not out of discomfort, but because I am far more fascinated by other people. The world is endlessly more interesting to me than my own reflection.

The 100 Day Project, Day 25. A sliver of a face. Silver hair caught mid-movement, dissolving into soft gray air. The depth of field is razor thin — in focus on one side, gone on the other. Much like the way we present ourselves to the world.

The 100 Day Project, Day 24. "The language." Two words written in chalk on concrete. A fragment that is also a complete thought. Who owns it? Who gets to use it? Who gets to decide what it means? These are not new questions. They are ancient ones.