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.
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.
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.
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.
You know how it goes. You buy a new car you've barely seen, and suddenly, it's everywhere. Everyone has one. This happened to me a few years ago. I bought a Ford Escape in a blue color that, honestly, I hated. But it was the more practical of the two SUV options I had in… Continue reading divorce: it’s like seeing your new car everywhere.
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.