Photography — Stories — Michelle McAfee

McCarthy, Alaska wrecked my life. I had a map and a compass heading, that felt sure and steady. I put roots down in a sweet mountain valley in Southern Oregon with lush, organic farms and down-to-earth people choosing to live close to the land. Williams, Oregon is the good guy. The one you know you should date because he’s good for you - kind, gentle, wise, responsible. Safe. McCarthy, Alaska is the bad boy. The one you burn for in the middle of the night - risky, spontaneous, erratic, beautiful. Dangerous.

Life, Short Story, PhotographyMichelle McAfeeFebruary 12, 2021Alaska, LifeComment

Blacksmithing

Strange clanking sounds were pinging from inside the walls. Dave opened the heavy, red-painted wood door hung with big iron hinges stretched halfway across its breadth, and we stepped into a dimly lit time machine that smelled of soot and men. When my eyes adjusted, I was riveted by what I saw. This must be what it felt like to enter the wardrobe into Narnia.

Photography, LifeMichelle McAfeeMarch 26, 2018PhotographyComment