Looking back, all I can see Are the those two green towers And the way you looked at me. I remember The smell of Irish beer on your breath, The knowing smile on your face, And the boundaries we should have set. I jumped in recklessly, Your words echoing in my head. We dreamed so… Continue reading Gatsby, green, and me | a poem.
"You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles." C. Joybell C. I read this quote recently, I admit: rather than the authors voice or perspective, I heard the heart… Continue reading heavy burdens.
In about 15 minutes, my littlest baby will take off on his first plane ride for a week long trip with his dad to visit family out-of-state. I feel like most moms would have a hard time with being separated from their babies for 7 whole days regardless, but there's another layer to me that… Continue reading I’m scared. | a piece I wrote in March 2017 but didn’t post until now.
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.
"You're always one decision away from a completely different life." I saw this a while ago and it's been floating around my mind for a bit. And just thinking in context, I have a few friends going through some very personal but very familiar stuff, and I'm just struck by just how absolutely true this… Continue reading make a decision.
Can I be sappy for a minute, please? (Let's be real. I'm typing this whether you like it or not, with or without your permission). My sweet girl, my first born is 8 years old today and it's giving me all the feels. I took this picture on her 6th birthday, 2 years ago today,… Continue reading thoughts about my first born on her 8th birthday.