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A.M. Garner's Undeniable Truths now available

A.M. Garner's book is now available. I'm proud to have my photograph as the cover art. Read the interview to get a feel for the subject matter and insights into the author.

Read here: Undeniable Truths


  1. Congratulations Kristin, on securing the cover art of this book. I know from past experiences in which my images or art were used for covers that it is a thrill.

    I know you are delighted.

    Enjoy the weekened,

  2. Thanks for understanding.

    Happy Halloween.


  3. KRISTIN!!!! That cover is awesome! I LOVE IT! It is my fave pic of yours - the old, ridden hard vibe and the musical instruments - I'm in AWE of this one!

  4. ridden hard? umm rode hard?

    Grammar is like jazz - go with the choice that has the best rhythm - ridden hard - has a better rhythm - that's my story and I'm sticking to it :)

  5. Paula, thanks so much. Here's a link to the original photograph. I thought you might want to see the ridden hard/rode hard musician.

    A.M. Garner loved it too. She said, How many people can say they have a washtub on their book?

  6. WOWZA! I love it even better with the full body shot - it has such a vibe to it - fantastic work, Kristin!

  7. Thanks, you're the sweetest! I love when a musician appreciates my photos of musicians.


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