The Sunday drive...

That morning, his mom texted him a photo of the snow in her backyard. ‘So pretty’ she said. He took the dogs for a walk, shoveled the sidewalk and used a broom to clean off the cars. He started the coffee for his sleeping wife and was on his way. He took the Sunday drive with his camera alongside, snapping a photo here and there as the spirit moved him. When he arrived at his parent’s house, he texted home to say he got there safely. Thru the front window, he could see his dad sitting in the living room watching TV. He tapped on the glass with his key. When he saw the look of surprise and the big smile, he knew he’d done good. He’d replay that scene enough times in his head that he’d write about it later on.

Siblings...

We happened here...

During family shoots, the best bits always came in an unthinking way. He never could have planned for them. A space opened, like a piece of a puzzle and he accepted his role, filling the shape presented. He became part of the whole, completing the scene and somehow integral to the story. 

What’s happening here was no longer the question. 

We happened here was the lived response.