Absorbed and Concentrated
Starting photography, I found, was much like fishing. It started simple enough: a good experience, surpassed expectations, the organic...
One Tracked __________?
Do you remember the first time you stood ankle deep in the ocean before dawn? The sinking feeling and splash of vertigo hypnotized as you...
Waves and Rocks or Slipping Coherence
Standing on the stony coast, winter’s fading nip in the air, I was surprised how quickly I no longer heard the water pummeling the rocks....
God Is Too Much
A couple weeks ago, my wife came to me and asked, “Do you want to go to Oregon?” “Uh, yeah,” I said. Who wouldn’t want to go? Wandering...
Still Life
Jesus’ birth, ministry, and death are accounted for by eyewitnesses, and, even if they weren’t as much eyewitness accounts as they were...
The Ghosts of Holly Shelter
I have my ghost stories. We all have them. When I was a teenager, fourteen years old or so, I was out with a collection of friends...
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
People like the pretty flowers. Their supple textures and brilliant colors. The way a flower mysteriously rests atop an elastic stem,...
What Is Crooked Cannot Be Made Straight
A week ago, I set out for Cedar Point, about an hour north, to photograph birds. About halfway there, the banality of bird photography...
28 Days of Itchy Pants
I grew up in a protestant church tradition that valued not complaining, chin-up manners, correct posture, and constrained yawns while...
Rocks of the Wild Goats
Tomorrow I will head to the mountains. But today I am standing on Wrightsville Beach. The sun is out, the wind is cold. When the ocean...