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....

MARFA

When my buddy Bradford invited Hannah and I to join him and our friend Mo to trek out to Marfa I wasn't initially that thrilled. I heard everyone ooh and aah over Marfa for years and I just assumed they liked things I didn't.  The thing is, my mother is from Midland.  My early formative years, the ones where my memories feel like vaseline has been smeared over the lens, were spent there.  I have this thing where I pretty much crave water, rain, and trees insatiably.  Still, I was excited to experience something new and spend time with my friends. Looking back on that time now I am surprised by how refreshed being out in that far west Texas.  I hadn't been there in twenty years but it felt like home in many ways, and the open skies and crisp air gave my mind and soul room to breathe.  I often get this feeling living in Dallas where I can imagine all the feelings and thoughts of the some seven million people surrounding me are all crashing in the air and the sound can be lively and fun but also cacophonous and emotionally discombobulating. I am extremely pleased with the entire process and results of photographing this trip.  I hope you enjoy these photographs as much as I do.  You are welcome to come check out prints of Marfa for sale. Thank you and enjoy...

RICHARD & KIM

When I returned to Northern Ireland to photograph my buddy, Richard's, wedding I was very concerned about the weather.  The Mourn Mountains, which usually adorned the horizon from Richard's family home in Rathfriland were hidden behind a thick haze in the air.  The wind seemingly never ceases to harass Eire, but of course, when I want to photograph a wedding, that's the moment the wind relents.  The haze stayed all week.  I prayed that God would give us clear skies the day of the wedding.  That night, as I lay my head down to rest, the breathless air whipped up into a howling gale.  I awoke and peered out my upstairs window out to the horizon to see the Mourns for the first time since my return to Northern Ireland.  My heart was so thankful to God for such a wonderful gift.  The day was amazing.  Photographing Richard and Kim in Tullymore Forest was the highlight for me, as it is a magical place. ...