Anyone who knows me knows I love my Beagles. From Pearl, my first dog and the inspiration behind my first photograph, to LolliPop and Daisy, I think Beagles just rock.
Pearl was a shy, starved little Beagle that showed up in my parents’ yard several years ago and refused to leave. She and I were a [...]

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Today marks the 40th anniversary of the day my Daddy died.  As much as I love summer, the month of July is always bittersweet. It somehow seems wrong that in this season of long lazy days and hot forever nights, of fireflies and  full moons,  of cricket songs and bullfrog lullabies, of loving and living [...]

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One of the nicest things about visiting my parents in the summertime is being able to sit in their backyard and bask in the best of the season. They live in an old farmhouse and the backyard is secluded, surrounded on 3 sides by fields that are alternately filled with corn, soybeans or hay. Geese [...]

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Living Out Loud Volume 6: Going Home

I don’t know if I can answer the question, “Where are you from?” by taking a mental trip “home.” Because I’m still sorting out for myself what I think home actually is, and whether I believe the mainstream ideal of home ultimately exists, and because I’m still sorting out [...]

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Inspired by some of the great photographers on Flickr, along with turning 45 last month and finding myself looking backward and forward and thinking that I’ve finally got a handle on just who the person inside this lump of flesh is, I decided to start a self portrait project.
I spent about 3 hours this morning [...]

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