I live near Placerville, CA, where I have lived most of my life. I've worked in various jails and prisons as a nurse and also for the state of Nevada where I was sworn in as a correctional officer and worked in a men's maximum facility prison. At age 24, while pregnant with my first child, my husband, an officer with Sacramento Police Department, was killed in the line of duty. Later, when my son turned 18, grief issues began again and photography became a outlet for my grief. I love to try to capture those hidden and lost moments in time. While most people may view an old miner's cabin as just an old building that is falling down, I see a man's dreams, hopes, and fears. I wonder, what happened to him. When I look at the crumbling walls of an old homestead, I think about how that the baby that was born there is now an old woman who is probably no more. I see work worn hands, tired faces, lost dreams, young laughter and hope within old tired walls and I try to capture what I feel. I love old things, cabins, old trucks, old bottles and all...they all have a history that I wish I knew. But I can only dream and wonder what could have been.