Thoughts & Updates
Celebrating 250 Years in America’s Oldest City
As we approach the 250th anniversary of our Nation’s independence, I’m filled with quiet pride to be an American—especially here in St. Augustine, Florida. This city, founded in 1565, is...
Celebrating 250 Years in America’s Oldest City
As we approach the 250th anniversary of our Nation’s independence, I’m filled with quiet pride to be an American—especially here in St. Augustine, Florida. This city, founded in 1565, is...
The Fog of Transition
In both photography and writing, you cannot parachute straight from the fast-paced, analytical noise of everyday life into the deep, emotional reality of a story or a landscape and expect...
The Fog of Transition
In both photography and writing, you cannot parachute straight from the fast-paced, analytical noise of everyday life into the deep, emotional reality of a story or a landscape and expect...
Blue Mind at the Marina: A Quiet Morning at Har...
There’s a particular kind of stillness that settles over the water just before the sun fully claims the sky. This morning, I sat at the end of the dock at...
Blue Mind at the Marina: A Quiet Morning at Har...
There’s a particular kind of stillness that settles over the water just before the sun fully claims the sky. This morning, I sat at the end of the dock at...
The Light Lingers Longer Now
It feels like only a moment ago we were walking into First Friday bundled in heavy coats, the sky already deepening to indigo by five-thirty. The air had that crisp...
The Light Lingers Longer Now
It feels like only a moment ago we were walking into First Friday bundled in heavy coats, the sky already deepening to indigo by five-thirty. The air had that crisp...
The Sky Always Clears
I pulled over on the rainy afternoon yesterday because this scene stopped me cold. The sky was the color of wet slate, the pavement glistened like black glass, and the...
The Sky Always Clears
I pulled over on the rainy afternoon yesterday because this scene stopped me cold. The sky was the color of wet slate, the pavement glistened like black glass, and the...
The Sunrises They’ll Never See
This weekend, as we head into Memorial Day, I find myself thinking about the sunrises I almost didn’t get to see. I served twenty-five years in the United States Army—most...
The Sunrises They’ll Never See
This weekend, as we head into Memorial Day, I find myself thinking about the sunrises I almost didn’t get to see. I served twenty-five years in the United States Army—most...