I brought this big fella out of storage and into the nook where I do yoga a little bit ago. It's a shitty mat job (I did it myself years ago without the proper equipment - it's sad) but I love him. I called him 'the bone daddy' after Jack Skellington form The Nightmare Before… Continue reading beautiful things.
I wrote this piece in May 2016, but never got around to publishing it. Which sucks because I spent a lot of time considering this topic. So here I am, a year and a half later, not even really a wedding photographer (semi-retired), and ready to publish. Figures. Oh, well. It's a long one, though,… Continue reading I’m a Christian, and a photographer, and would absolutely photograph a same-sex wedding.
Sweet and scared, You see me. You recognize me. I don't intimidate you with my needs. You don't turn away from my pain. You embrace me. You look at me and you see me. You see all of me. And because you do, it's not just imperfections you see. You bring out my beauty. Your… Continue reading you see me. | a poem.
I was talking with someone lately about Christian things, and nothing makes me feel more like a freaking hypocrite than giving godly advice, even if it's good advice. This sucks because a lot of the problems I've had in my recent Christian history is with hypocrites. I've let so many people come into my life… Continue reading on hypocrites and Jesus.
To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for his own glory. (Isaiah 61:3 NLT) I love tree pose and I love trees.… Continue reading beauty for ashes, when we’ve totally crashed and burned.
I've found that writing in the moment of a thought or a feeling has done me much better as of late than sitting on something to write about and work through later. So right now, I'm writing from the passenger seat of our family van on the way home from vacation. We're in the rainy… Continue reading tell me your story again.
The last few days have been a roller coaster of emotions for me. On my way to Jesus at the Core last Friday, I took a confusing punch to the gut that felt like the beginning of the death of a dream the the Lord had given me. This wasn't a dream I had asked… Continue reading even when it’s not, it is well.