“Bless me Father for I have sinned. I’ve sinned so many times, that I’ve lost my way. I’ve spent countless hours on my knees begging for forgiveness but punishment is what I’ve received.”- Unknown
I’m a big fan of silhouettes especially when I have an amazing sunset or spinning steel wool in the background. It brings a sense of mystery to my subject.
“Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand”- Neil Armstrong
I love photographing people, especially when they know how to work the camera with their eye contact. There’s a story to be told which emits from the soul through a person’s eyes. There’s certainly a story behind these eyes.
“The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.”- Marcus Tullius Cossman
I love photographing people, especially when they know how to work the camera with their eye contact. There’s a story to be told which emits from the soul through a person’s eyes. There’s certainly a story behind these eyes.
“The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.”- Marcus Tullius Cossman
I’m a big fan of silhouettes especially when I have an amazing sunset or spinning steel wool in the background. It brings a sense of mystery to my subject.
“Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand”- Neil Armstrong
Happy Halloween!!!
I’ve always been a thinker…sometimes I think too much! I analyze every little thing and dissect it piece by piece until it makes sense. Sometimes, or to be honest, most of the time, it never makes much sense. I’ve often wondered what this is all for. Life that is, the roads and paths that we’re put on, and choose to walk. The constant struggles, the tests, the tears, the heartache…there has to be a lesson in it all. Doesn’t there? I can’t fathom the thought of it all being for nothing. Quite possibly, it could be the simplicity of one’s faith and how strong it is. I can’t wrap my head around the question, “Why?” I can’t begin to describe the magnitude of how much blood, sweat and tears I’ve poured into my work, only to come up short. I have often questioned my faith and whether or not there really is a God. Then I look at my family, my children, my wife, and how many times something could have gone drastically wrong, but turned out okay. I hear the laughter come from my children, I read the biopsy report from the tumor removed from my wife’s head and see the words “benign lesion”, a son, who we thought was on the spectrum, has an above average IQ at 6 years old, we all sit down at the table for a hot meal and suddenly it hits me…I’m blessed.
My conclusion is every road, every path and every bridge I’ve ventured on, is that they will eventually lead me to where I am suppose to be as a photographer.
Art and Practice
