Photoblog

  • snowflakes

    what if we all defaulted
    to treating one another
    like snowflakes, truly:
    delicate, beautiful, unique
    things of wonder
    that reflect light onto one another
    what if it was not
    a point of shame, an insult,
    to be soft and delicate,
    to melt in the presence of warmth –
    like the bleeding hearts in our chests –
    what if we glisten so brightly
    that we wear down one another’s
    hardest edges, break through the ice,
    and all that is left is
    an infinite swirling mass
    made of prismatic pieces of love,
    little geometric wonders,
    floating and bouncing
    off one another, endlessly,
    in all our vulnerable glory?

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  • lucid slumber of sadness

    i need you to come now
    and whisper in my ear
    of heartbreak and tragedy
    rap on the walls of my soul
    and shake things up a bit
    wake me, rudely, from
    this lucid slumber of sadness –
    it’s almost morning now
    and there is no time
    in the bright sunshine
    for tears and sorrow
    so come now, quickly,
    before the sun rises
    and fill me up with
    all the agonies i can bear
    so i can wring them out
    and then start anew.

     

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  • Darkness, Light… and Human Development

    I have the gift of being able to capture my son’s life, and his essence, in images – already I look back through them and marvel at what happens when passion, love, skill, and an observing heart & mind come together. I can see his life unfolding and see his different personality traits emerge as I look through this growing archive. It blows my heart and mind.

    Talk about bittersweet. Can’t stop, won’t stop.

    Darkness & Light
    Braden, Age 7, September 2014

     

     

    By the time I recognize this moment this moment will be gone, but I will bend the light, pretending that it somehow lingered on.
    ~John Mayer, Clarity

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  • quantum heart murmurs

    a few yesterdays ago
    in the hours between the deepest of night
    and the rising warmth of the sun,
    when i was feeling how heavy
    the weight of forgetting is,
    i wrote you a letter.

    it holds all of the secrets
    i wanted you to know about my heart,
    and the way that you left things
    like the scattering of leaves
    after a storm that never
    showed up on anyone’s radar.

    it tells the story of how many nights
    i held your shape in the dark with my soul,
    waiting,
    and the way that i could make my breath
    actually say your name even when i held it.

    i wrote about the way that the moon
    reminds me of the shiniest part inside of me
    that you found and then stole
    but that somehow still lights my way home
    when i feel alone.

    when i was done with the damp pages,
    i folded it into a tiny, star-shaped heart
    and carefully postmarked it
    to a future you, who may or may not
    someday care.

    a few yesterdays ago

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  • Life Moves On While You Stand Still

    Parked on a little gravel shoulder that leads into a quarry area in the early evening after all workers had called it a day and gone home for dinner, I leaned against the side of my car and waited. It only took me 5 minutes to shoot multiple images and capture 5 red vehicles in the mix. This was my favorite. Perspective is everything and you only ever control how fast you choose to move – the rest of the world keeps its own pace.

    Shutter Priority, 1/10s at f/8
    ISO 640

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    Life Moves On While You Stand Still

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  • She Wasn’t Sure Where She Ended And He Began

    I took this sunset image from a moving vehicle over a year ago. It is among my favorite images I’ve created so far. The sun seems to be trying to reach out to the mingling, intertwined trees as they embrace one another, warming this moment and their touch. At the same time, it looks to spread across the land, desperately holding on to each moment that is escaping as it sinks lower. Soon it will be too dark to see anything.

    She Wasn't Sure Where She Ended And He Began

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