TRIP TO ENGLAND & SCOTLAND

One of my lifelong dreams is about to come true.  My family is embarking on an international trip together.  This alone would be incredible, but we are heading to Scotland and England, which, from family trees and now DNA technology we can confirm is where our genetic heritage hails from.  So, I am excited about some of my family members experiencing what I have experienced before, which is going to a place that all at once foreign and new and yet familiar, home. As a thirty-six year old traveler I am seasoned.  My patience is high.  Things will go wrong.  We've built in down time and alone time so that people don't become overwhelmed by being around the same people 24/7 for two weeks straight.  I am holding the ideas of what I want to do lightly, knowing that with a large group of people that there will be a mixture of wants and desires that are ever shifting and to express my wants but to enjoy things others want to do. I am also apparently six and never been on a trip before because I am over this week already.  My mind is that of a senior in high school after spring break.  I know I have things to do, but my mind is no longer here.  I have senioritis big time, only the prize isn't summer break, it is the cool, rolling hills of England.  It's pubs with low ceilings with dark, wooden beams that were hewn ages ago.  It's rivers and forests, and glens.  It's architecture that spans before 1800.  It is time spent with loved ones.  I wan it to be friday now.  I am up for the slow torture of the airport and flying.  That's the right of passage that makes arrival so grand.  This pre torture torture though is killing me. I have purchased a dozen rolls of film, cleaned all my lenses and filters and cameras.  We've packed and repacked, and the only thing missing is you.  We may not be able to take you physically, but you will be on my mind.  I will be showing you what I see in the way that only I see it....

Wade & Brittani

We met Wade on a missions trip to Tanzania.  One of my best friends, Yusuph, led a trip to a remote island on Lake Victoria, Kome (Koe-may) Island.  It was a beautiful trip, but a brutal one too.  Half of the team got sick, myself very much so included.  Wade seemed to make it through the trip unscathed.  He even waded (pun intended) into the waters of the lake to perform baptisms.  A couple days after I proposed to Hannah in the Serengeti, Wade proposed to Brittani in the Atlanta airport with great fanfare.  He had organized for his and her families to be there.  All seemed perfect, but a month later Wade became deathly sick.  After several wrong diagnoses the culprit was finally discovered to be a very powerful parasite.  So devastating was this parasite's effect that the original diagnosis was thought to be some sort of cancer.   That turmoil became a lightning rod, a catalyst for growth for Wade and Brittani.  Over and again, their story was recounted at the wedding of how they fought there way through such a terrifying circumstance. When Wade hired us photograph his wedding I was elated.  I love photographing weddings in Georgia.  Texas and Georgia have some commonality, but there are distinct differences.  There is a true southern and colonial charm that Georgia has.  I always delight in the hills in the pines mixing with that architecture and mood.  I mean, who is not going to be excited about photographing a wedding at a vineyard in the hills of Georgia?  I have photographed a couple there and I cannot wait until our next one. SaveSave...

Maisome: Part 1

Hannah and I went on a missions trip to photograph a group of Americans and Tanzanians joining together to share the hope found in Jesus Christ to the people of Maisome Island.  There's no electricity nor running water.  We had a generator than lit a single lightbulb strung in the middle of our tents so we could recharge our phones, which didn't work as a means of calling, but were reduced to cameras and walkmans.   [caption id="attachment_51765" align="aligncenter" width="2048"] Maisome Island, Tanzania[/caption] ...