“I was always rather shy in some ways, but always willing to skinny dip with friends. Some of that is from my mother...”
Tell me about the tree in the photo, what kind of tree is it? When was it planted?
I planted that tree 40 years ago. I really wanted smaller evergreen plants to create a windbreak but couldn't afford them. A Lummi Island neighbor (and longtime friend from Montana) was giving away 4-foot high trees so I planted a great number of them, knowing I was committing to a lifetime of pruning to maintain my glorious view. That particular tree morphed into a large bonsai-esque shape which is now suffering from the ravages of time and gravity (as am I).
You live on Lummi Island now but where did you move from?
I moved to Lummi Island in 1977 from southern Minnesota, where I didn't intend to spend much time, but ended up staying for seven years as I started making pottery there. It took that long to be able to afford to move. Lummi Island was definitely a researched choice and one I have never regretted.
You are so free and confident in your body, where is that from?
I was always rather shy in some ways, but always willing to skinny dip with friends. Some of that is from my mother, a somewhat frustrated feminist (somewhat difficult for a woman born in 1908 in the Midwest). She definitely broke molds! She was a yoga teacher and also studied belly dancing among other pursuits.
How did it feel to be naked in nature?
I loved the atmosphere during the shoot! Surrounded by my daughter and friends and their children.
Why did you decide to be a part of Women With Trees?
This project spoke to my heart, because I feel like my body is illegal in this world. I feel like I am reclaiming who I am by removing the value of other opinions. I see myself as a steward for women who struggle loving the skin they are in. And I truly think we should start seeing ourselves as beyond that skin. We are so much more than bodies.
Favorite MEMORY OF BOBBI?
It’s 30+ years ago:
A bunch of island women were gathered naked in the woods one afternoon. At some point, Bobbi left but got her VW bug stuck in the driveway ditch. She called for me and I ran down (still naked, of course) and got her car back on the road with a come-along. Good times!
Favorite Sunday morning activity?
Idleness. Perhaps nude sunbathing on my deck if the conditions are suitable!