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Running Fox...


And for a brief moment, the fox and I locked eyes.
And my heart danced... a song deep inside.

My breathing hastened...
…creating its own fog.

The frame stood still...
…for what seemed like minutes.

And then he took off up the hill.
And as he reached the crest, he glanced over his shoulder.

To see if I would follow…



I followed that fox... an unfamiliar place, yet it felt like home.

I stood and sucked in the air hard.
I could have stayed and made a life there...

...but as I searched the horizon for my new friend
He quickly scrambled into the valley below...

As if to say, not here.
Not yet.

And it took everything I had to leave that place behind...

Winter Sessions...

As we settle into a new year, I'd like to keep busy and continue telling stories over which, traditionally, is a winter lull in work. Creatively, I'd like to focus on black and white (B&W) imaging. If you have any interest in a B&W family session in January or February (or know of anyone that might be)...let's chat. I'll be offering these for $275 and looking to shoot within 20 minutes of zip code 21212…

3 Years...

It gets easier ole boy.


You live on strong in our hearts…

…and still make your way into our conversations.


A sunset here and there pulls us together…


Looking up.

Pointing out.




Wiping a tear or two.


You’ll always be with us.

Miss you Henry…

Shine A Light on the Everyday...

Our youngest, on the couch...pausing for just a second thanks to some veggie straws.

Pausing just long enough for me to capture this image.



Thinking (most likely about what he will destroy next).

That stance.

That wild hair. 

I love him rocking The Wairehouse t-shirt.

It feels like the craziest times of late.

There's never been a better time to be appreciative and soak this all in.

There's never been a better time to...

Shine a light on the everyday.

Lessons from Maine...

They say it's the way life should be.

I often think of the way life could be.

...and then I'm reminded of the way life is.

2 weeks in Maine with my family taught me a lot...mostly about myself.  

There's a narrative that I continue to play over and over in my head. One that shows a scene...shot from above...of a simpler life. Less hustle. Less financial commitments. Less 'noise'. 

I think about it often. I'm thinking about it now as I type these words...on my second day back to work, fully taking on the life that I lead prior to vacation.

I guess I'm no different than anyone else out there. I hoped for something to happen during those 2 weeks. A magical email. A winning lottery ticket. To somehow be discovered.  Anything....something...that would lessen the load.

But the days came and went...and none of those things happened.

The sun rose and set. The tides ebbed and flowed. The bugs found sweet nectar in my veins. The kids whined...then laughed...then cried.

At home, the financial holes that I've dug remain. The hustle continues. And life goes a pace that cares very little about whether I can keep up.

It's so easy to fall back into the routine.

The simple life that I envision may not be so simple after all...

...but it damn well isn't going to happen if I expect it to fall in my lap.

It's time...


Split Rock Distilling...

On the last day of our Maine adventure, we finally visited Split Rock Distilling. Throughout the two weeks of our vacation, we had passed it occasionally...always with the intentions of stopping...but never quite having the most cooperative kiddos alongside. Upon arrival, we met co-owner Matt Page and felt immediately at home. If there's one thing that compels me to support a small business more than anything's passion -- for the process, the work and the product. It's everywhere you look at Split Rock...and that smile on Matt's face says it all. I told him he was living my dream. When he told me they were hiring, I don't think he realized how much that warmed my insides. Cheers!

Forgotten Recipes...

I met Ron Leeman in Wiscasett, Maine at Sprague's Lobster. We talked about the crazy hot day. '87' he said...'In the shade'. Then he told me about the tides. He pointed out to the boats and their position...and said 'they'll be shifting soon...and we'll get some relief from the heat with a nice breeze'. Minutes later, it happened. The family and I tasted his Forgotten Recipes Jam and ultimately purchased two jars. No matter where I go, I'm always reminded that it's the people that we cross paths in life that matter most....

Vogel Family...

When Kristin reached out to me via email, we were both surprised that we hadn't already met each other over the neighbors and fellow photographers.  This was further proof to me that if I don't have a camera around my neck, I don't get out much.  Thank goodness my Sara is the social face of the family.

The Vogels are moving and wanted to capture some special moments together in their current home before the transition to the new one.  What an honor to be asked to do it. 

We let the morning unfold and let the kiddos drive the action.

I'm so fortunate to tell these kind of stories...


Happy 1st Birthday Oliver!

It's been one hell of a ride.  You've made us appreciative of so many things in life.  Sleep may be at the top of the list :)

Through it all, I feel most fortunate to have your Mom by my side. You see...she's the key to it all and I'm confident you'll pick up on that over the years ahead.

I love your hugs and that smile you wear more times than not.  You make all of us laugh and you have your mom's sparkle in your eyes.

We're lucky to have you son...and we're really excited to celebrate with you today...





We love you!

Find Something to Hold on to...

These days I find my head swirling

…and while I think fatigue is always a given

Life is just…


…with good news and bad

…via social media feeds



…whether they’re my own, Sara’s or someone else close to me

The flow…is fierce

Any lulls are short lived

…but welcome


So welcome


…like a quiet morning just before first light

When the world, it seems…

Doesn’t quite rest (as it should)..

…but pause

…for a quick breath

Before jumping back into the hustle


Where simple walks with Finn make way…

…for a clear head

And promise of nothing more than a walk.
The here. The now.


I experience this like everyone else

…but can’t help feeling removed more times than not

Feet firmly planted in my own mire…

…sunken down a few inches into the sediment as if I’m making every effort to take root

To be steadfast



…to resist.


And I watch

…and can almost see the wind kick up

…and the swirl start

…and the torrent of activity

Sucking up all within its path…

…willing or not


A new day is here.


Find something to hold on to…