I've always been surrounded by photography. My grandfather was a small-town professional photographer (he specialized in gauzy, hand-tinted portraits of Gladiolus Festival Queens and beaming local brides). He had a shingle hung in front of his house announcing "E.Butterfield Photography," so I come by the name honestly. My great-uncle was an photo analyst in WWII, and my father is a photographer for a suburban Chicago newspaper.

So it's no surprise how I've gotten to this point.

Recently, I have developed a deep and abiding obsession with Steampunk (imagine a Jules Vernian/Charles Dickens mash-up world that runs on steam and practical magic, where gears and pistons and brass and iron take the place of plastics and microprocessors, and where Queen Victoria serenely rules a progressive empire of advanced thermal and aetherial technology).

I take a strange delight in dressing up models in pseudo-Victorian clothing and equipping them with mostly hand-made eye-wear, props and weapons, along with real antique tools. They get backstories from an evolving alternate universe, where steam powers everything from trains to planes to computers; where aether and alchemy and plasmas and a sort of dark magical pseudo-science are commonplace. I enjoy finding an element of darkness and creepiness and fantastical fun in this steamy anachronistic world I'm making. I often process the photos to look old and battered and time-worn, as if this world is being built backwards, reconstructed from its photographic relics. Basically, this lets me combine two of the things I really love most: words and pictures. Add in a unique new "beefcake" approach to featuring attractive male models scantily-clad in steampunk gear, and now we're three for three.

In real life, I'm a recovering attorney and have held reasonably responsible and respectable jobs in education, publishing, and managing most of a nonprofit association. I’ve been fortunate to be able to retire early, and I’m now living with my husband in Las Vegas, Nevada, and with a cat who sometimes supervises photo sessions. I’ve got more time for my odd photographic obsessions now, although I’m also teaching copyright and writing classes. My husband is the one who gave me my first Nikon, and who patiently encourages all of this, so it's mostly his fault.