BASIL LANING

Basil died on Thanksgiving Day. When we found him, I knew he was dead before I even reached his body.  Son of a rancher.  I’ve seen lots of death.  His velvet puddle of a face lay cold and still in my hands.  All I could hear is Hannah wailing in sorrow, occasionally managing to push out his name between the heaves, “Basssssill.”  Despite whatever I thought I might think or feel when then day came, I thought and felt nothing at first, nothing but tearing inside myself.  No thoughts would come to me.  It was as if I didn’t move, didn’t accept the moment it wouldn’t be real.  After a couple minutes my mind lurched forward through the haze, and my first realization was that it was Thanksgiving Day.  My boy died on Thanksgiving Day.  That’s when the memory hit me… You see, it’s not the first time Basil has brushed up against death.  His stomach flipped years ago and was saved because I knew what to look for and we got him to the vet with but a couple minutes to spare.  So fast did it all happen that I helped put him up onto the operating table and stayed in there throughout the entire surgery as they released the trapped pressure then sewed his stomach to the abdomen wall so to prevent it from ever happening again.  Last year he came within an inch of death, again.  A virus ravaged his body, and for days he shook with fever and pain as the vets gave him IVs and meds to give him a chance at fighting it off.  At one point, in between trips to the vet, I just lied down next to him as he shook and trembled.  One of the greatest joys in my life over the last decade has been to come spoon my big mammoth son of a dog.  Every time I would do so I could feel endorphins and joy and happiness coursing through me.  Not this time.  He was my boy, and it ripped my guts out as my fingers tips fell in the ever deepening valleys between his ribs as his body wasted away.  The longer I lied there with him the more the darkness grew around me.  I was spiraling under a wave a horror, rage, and disgust at the thought of losing him.  Hannah, watching me with concern from our bed,...

Under Construction

Man, I have to be honest.  I did not expect tot enjoy this process of rebuilding my website, but I am.  For months, I have put this off due to my fear of getting going on it, of tackling something not really inside my wheelhouse of talent.  The process has been arduous and often mind numbing, but that is due to the pushing that has occurred within me.  Sorry has been my word of the year and I have thus far failed at it mightily.  It will be based out of here.  This will be home base.  So, for now, I am sitting here up at WELD tapping this sucker out.  I often hate showing enthusiasm because it is so often coopted by fakery and flattery, a gimmick wielded to sell.  Well, tough crap.  I am straight forward and been called blunt my entire life, and I am not going to withhold my enthusiasm any longer just because others warp its use.  I am pumped about this site, about telling Hannah's and my story.  God is doing a lot.  There are places, friends, experiences all waiting to be shared, and my ENFP self cannot wait to do so....

Chinese “Friends”

So, Hillary Clinton and I share more in common than I once thought.  For one, turns out we've both been hacked before.  So, that's funny, and that's fun.  Not really.  In truth, I have been procrastinating over the much needed reboot of my website for some time now.  Many things have changed over the last year, and our website has not stayed up with those changes.  For one, as pertaining to weddings, our style has evolved and indeed become much more refined.  So, please be patient as we undergo these web changes.  Thank you so very much.  We are super excited to show you the changes we've made to out photography.  A new day is coming....