‘When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be the people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn’t they matter most now?’-Max Lucado
This is where I will begin again. I made a commitment with Chandler and I got away from that. I let ‘life’ get in the way and chipped away a small part of a very important relationship. I want to finish this. Not because I have to. Not because my ‘mommy sat me down spoke firmly to me’. I need to because Chan & I were in this together. In 19 years, Chandler has stood by my side and loved me unconditionally. Chandler has watched me fall and climb back up, never once judging me, but hurting for me because he loved me. I’m sorry I have let you down Chan! I love you bud ❤
This photo seems like a good place to start. My apologies for being absent and not following through with a commitment. Life is pretty good at throwing struggles at you and watching you fail. Kelly for example, I introduced him at the first if the year. A man who changed my day and I spoke of many times this year, sharing his struggles and the way he affected me. Unbeknownst to me, Kelly and I had a connection. Rebecca, a good friend of mine whom I’ve known for years, works alongside the police and city to help the homeless. She does so much for them, I don’t know where to begin. I can end with, this is Kelly in his new apartment. Yes. Rebecca got him off the streets and housed. When she text me this photo today, my life changed. It was in the middle of a shit week, where I thought, “Seriously?! Anything else?” Yes, there was something else. Something good. I’ve said no more than ten words to a gentleman whose had a year of impact on me. This is humanity. Thank you, not only to Rebecca, The Pour House, but all those who donate items, time & compassion to help others have faith in a world where faith has been forgotten, like so many on the streets. I simply ask, the next time you want to clean out your closets and head to GoodWill for that extra $30, donate those items to a local organization that helps directly with those lost & forgotten. Spend an extra $5-$10 at the grocery on dry goods for someone in need.
*SideNote: I have photos, I have words I know I owe you 🙂 Thank you for your continued support!
Eeek!!! The day finally came!! I’ve spoke of this before, last April we shot our short film, Chronicles of a Dead Man. George Kirtley wrote & funded the film, KC filmed it & me, well I kept the boys in line and was in KCs ear and third arm as well as still shots.
I had such an amazing time working with them. Tonight our film was shown in Danville, IN and it was awesome. George & KC attended the Trail Dance Film Fest in Oklahoma earlier this year, but this was my first.
Thank you for an amazing opportunity to be a part of something so awesome & fun, George & KC.
(This is not my photo, but taken by a gentleman taking photos of the whole event, Steve Smith)
Not sure where to start with this. I was told his name was Freeney. Found out his name is Riggs. He’s 4 years old and lucky to be alive.
I was up early to shoot the lunar eclipse and sunrise. I went to what was familiar, where I knew I’d be able to shoot moonset and sunrise in an opposite field. I noticed him when I first turned down the road. I didn’t know I’d be saving his life just a few minutes later. A car that was going way too fast hit this poor guy. Stopped briefly and just kept going. I did what I had to. At 7am not very many people are around. A homeowner came out and kindly helped get him on a blanket and into the back of my truck. I immediately took him to VCA Animal Hospital. They were able to find him microchipped and tracked down the owners. He was in shock and severe pain as he had a broken pelvis & two broken hips and countless lacerations.
I never got photos of the lunar eclipse nor the sunrise, though I was able to be a part of saving his life.
Thank you to the staff at VCA for being so amazing and all your help. Here’s to a quick recovery with your family and your little boy who’s stoked to have his puppy back home.
Infatuation is described as an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone. Love? Love on the other hand is limitless. Unfortunately we cannot control how or when either happen. In my heart, I believe you know love. You feel love. You believe in that person, you trust in every part of them, regardless of the degree to which you love them. You want the best for them. You hurt when they do. You laugh when they do. You become emotionally involved. Most of that emotion & feeling is missing within the fury and excitement of infatuation. Love is a beautifully heart breaking part of life. When you fall it’s an amazing feeling, when your heart is broken its a shitty moment. Remember that. Remember how you felt during your highest of highs. Never forget how you truly believed the world was ending the first time your heart broke.
Originally brewed by a German born Mexican, Wilhelm Hasse in 1897. The brand name was Siglo XX (20th Century) to commemorate the arrival of the new century, and the bottles were marked with the Roman numeral for 20 (XX) thus ‘Does Equis’ which is Spanish for ‘two x’s’. (Wikipedia)
This photo is for a dear friend of mine who totally took care of me this evening for the Chris Young & Dierks Bentley show, which also happened to be the last show of the ‘Summer Concert Series.’
What an amazing night. Thank you Brett Glaze for ensuring that it would rock. It didn’t stop at Klipsch either. Cheese curds, pickles, pool, more beer, a little two step, cowboy hat, heartbeats & memories.
Stay thirsty my friends :-)!!
Not real sure how this came about or happened. Ashley & I got up and shot sunrise, checked some things out blah blah blah and the next thing you know Ashley, Boston & I were headed to Beach Road. It will be fun they said. You’ll see wild horses they said. What they didn’t say was take your tires down to 20psi. What they didn’t say was there is no rhyme or reason to driving down the beach. What they didn’t say was stay out of the fresh sand. (Right, I should have known that one) This photo was taken the first time we got stuck. (Thank you Ashley Olvey) After this we managed to get stuck again, as well as getting two others stuck. Heated up the transmission nicely & never saw a wild horse. Was it stressful?! Hell yes! However, the awesome people we met, Kevin from Maryland was a lifesaver & his father Rich said I wasn’t too dumb 😉
Hey Ashley, remember that one time we got stuck on beach road?!
“Well, I know that I’ve messed up more than a time or two. I’ve lied like hell, I’ve done it well and I’ve got the scars to prove.”
Today was pretty intense mentally & emotionally for me. I was able to have a long overdue conversation with a dear friend. A conversation that made sense in so many ways and filled in some gaps.
I’ve struggled with faith for some time now. I was born Lutheran and then confirmed Catholic. My parents raised me to attend church every Sunday and even attend Bible school. I never got much out of it. Was it because I was forced to attend? I wasn’t ready to attend? I didn’t understand the capacity of it? Now as an adult I’ve watched religion tear my family apart and be responsible for an unaccounted number of deaths throughout the world. Such a fine subject to dance around. Speaking with another friend, TJ, about this brought tears to my eyes. I’m not going to state my beliefs, or which is right or wrong. I doubt this is what Jesus had in mind though. I’m thankful for moments like these, as hard as they are.
Where were you when the world stopped 13 years ago? The fact that it has been 13 years is wild. I believe if you were alive and capable of memory you remember minute for minute what you were doing. Here’s my story.
My senior year of high school I signed my paperwork to be a member of the United States Army. I graduated in May and left in August. I was at Ft Jackson, SC. (Things are a lot different now than they were then as far as training and guidelines.) We were not allowed to have any sort of candy or pop. So we would go to the PX (store on base) and buy Ludens cough drops and chew on them as ‘candy’. September 11, I was standing in the PX waiting in line, when I heard chatter and commotion behind me. I turned around in time to see the second plane hit on the t.v. that was mounted on the wall. We all stood there shocked and silent. The base was immediately locked down. No phone calls on or off the base, no mail & every car that came to base was stopped & searched. We were on 24 hour guard duty. It was intense. Emotional. It was nerve racking. I remember not being able to call home for a day or two maybe, I’m not sure, I just know that I needed to call home to be sure my family was ok and they knew that I was ok. (Cell phones were not allowed we just had payphones that were turned on & off by headquarters.)
I am no longer a member of the United States Military. My dog tags hang from my rear view mirror as a reminder. A reminder of many things but most of all that day. For the victims. For the survivors. For the soldiers who continue to fight & those we’ve lost. They risk more than just their life. For the families that support them. For the police & fire who risk their life to save & protect strangers. For the 2,996 lives lost. For the day that will never be forgotten. For the memories we will always share.
Its not very often I shoot and I’m not happy with anything I see or shoot. Tonight was one of those days. What I saw with my naked eye was not what I captured with my lens. The frustration and anxiety behind the is something hard for others to understand. Its like suffocating. I took a quick break and chatted with my brother Nick, trying to clear my ‘spider web’ like mind and shattering heart.
I hit a lonely back road. The sun was nearly melted into the horizon and dusk was approaching on my left. I got out of my truck, lights off, and set up my tri pod to shoot the sky. A road that’s driven maybe a handful of times a week. Rarely ever at night and of course a car turns down this road…..and drives in front of my lens. I thought to myself angrily, ‘Thanks for ruining my shot!!’
This photo was the outcome. I wouldn’t say ruined, rather just what I needed at that moment!