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.
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.
I'm reading a book right now called Nothing To Prove by Jennie Allen and it's great. I'm sure I'll write about so much coming out of my heart because of this book in the near future. But right now, I've got to be real about something. Because Jennie talks a little bit about this in… Continue reading I’m good! It’s okay! I’m fine!
Guys, I'm messed up and I think Girl Scouts played a decent role in the messing. I don't know what it's like today, but we had this motto or way of doing things when I was a scout as a kid. We never left a place the way we found it; it was always better… Continue reading Girl Scouts messed me up.
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… Continue reading life is short, but you can’t rush healing.
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.