a consuming part of my life...

A moment outside, in close, where I caught her staring at the lens. Imagine that this was captured on some plastic film with some emulsion (that has silver halide in it) using a box and some glass that funneled the light onto the film. I continually am amazed that I do this so often and take for granted that I have the tools and the material to make this happen over and over and over again. So the question was asked. Is photography an important part of your life? I think I can honestly answer that photography (and capturing moments just like this) consumes my life...

what lies ahead...

Definitely not my typical photo to post. I took this one with my Hasselblad CM camera over the weekend after we left a restaraunt here in Greenville. Lots of things going on in the life of my family right now that weighs heavily on my heart. I remember looking down the row of chairs and seeing how desolate it looked. It was cold and rainy and there was a mist in the air under the lights. Of course I ran to my vehicle and grabbed my camera to come back and take this shot. Sometimes photos are meant to be a reminder of how we were feeling at the time. This is one of those times...

waiting...

Our lives seem to partially consist of waiting on something. Above is an image of Pyper standing at the door of the gymnasium waiting on her friends to get there for her party. I love it when I can capture moments like these. Pictures that have more to say than what is going on in that moment. How many times in our lives do we let "waiting on something" consume us. How many times do we miss what is actually going on at the moment because we are waiting on something better. This is true for photography and every other area of our lives... our family situation, our job, our happiness, our faith and our stuff. The list goes on and on...

My prayer for my family and friends is that we can enjoy what we have, when we have it, for as long as we have it and we can minimize the time in our lives that we spend waiting on something better...

leaving my handprint...

As I age, I sometimes become concerned with what happens after I die. Dying is an inevitable part of living on this earth. Knowing that really doesn't help. I still have the questions... Will my family be alright without me? Will they miss me? Will they remember and treasure the things that are important to me? Will my love and mercy that I tried to share outweigh my faults? The photo above was inspired by the lead-in photos of the most recent Kinfolk magazine (volume 10, the age issue). The photos made me rethink what I want my handprint to look like when I die. My handprint will be reflected in the memories that I leave behind. The memories that do not fade with time, much like a handprint. My focus is to concentrate on the little things. The little things that make life special. I look forward to all the little things that I get to share with my family and friends for the rest of my days...