Introducing the Seeing Men Project: After more than a decade of zooming in on women's relationship to body, image, beauty, sexuality and self-expression, I turn my lens on men. Do Men want to be seen? Do they need to see themselves? 

Certain people you cannot refuse. Hans Ravnskjær is one of them. He invited me to share my Ignite Story at a recent Internet Week event in Aarhus, the hook...I had 5 minutes to say it all. 

The mountain is shrouded in the mist, your gait is slow and your breath deep. All you hear is the gentle sound of cow bells and occasional chirps of birds and critters. One moment the trail ahead is illuminated...

Lately, I've noticed all the ways the body is used in the battle for something else... 

I’m so excited to share that the Unveiled book project is featured in the new issue of Model Society Magazine. Yeah! It's been a joy to collaborate with David Bolt and team. 

The loss and gain in the translation and self-expression, when moving between countries and languages. 

This piece is bleeding. For someone who likes to conjure and contribute grace and beauty, I find this hard to share ... 

Dreams come true: Rachel was trying to get pregnant and kept seeing herself on the beach in bikini, her belly blossoming and baby on the way. We came full circle with this shoot...

Susan William's tells the truth about Robin William's death to People's Magazine, with one of my photos showing the love between them. 

The lens helps me get under the skin, so to speak, of pretense and postures, all the ways we hide, and touch the trembling aliveness within.

On writing Seeing Red and the evolution of both story and author over time. 

Bold and bare balloon ladies bring levity to the quest for freedom... 

A fascination with the light drew me to black and white photography...

After 20 years I've returned to my Nordic roots. I feel like a stranger in a strange land... 

What the painted lady knew, and I had yet to learn. 

In 2009 I returned to Nepal to complete the pilgrimage that started a decade earlier, at Mt. Kailas in Tibet, and pay tribute to Kali.

All my adventures and creative projects have been ignited by a magical element that, at first, made no sense.

My initiator stood before me in a long purple velvet rope, her hands grasping the ornate handle of a kickass sword.

I'm in flight school, learning to navigate the bumpy rides of the interim, where you have not yet left the old and not yet seen the new.

Walking the tightrope of transition, remembering fear is only one breath away from excitement.