beautiful things.

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…

I’m a Christian, and a photographer, and would absolutely photograph a same-sex wedding.

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,…

life is short, but you can’t rush healing. 

I stopped my cousin mid-sentence yesterday because she said something that totally took me back. She was telling me about her plans for next week, and she said she’d be doing something on the first of September. And that the first of September is next Friday. I interrupted her to ask “how are we already…

on hypocrites and Jesus.

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…