… to visit my sister, her husband and their wild children. And if you shoot at all, you know there’s nothing more liberating than shooting in a new place, spontaneously, without planning, lighting or agenda. It’s what drew us to photography in the first place. Personal work is what recharges us.
The 1974 Chevy Vega that I seriously considered buying.
On the road.
Owen hitting my sister in the car — the moment I realized that maybe one kid is enough.
Smitty’s BBQ employee Virgil Hendershot, as dry and crusty as the meat they serve. Lockhart, TX.
Lockhart girls dressed for some weekend Mexican dancing. I owe their mom some jpegs. Man, do I owe a lot of people jpegs.
Way back during the great Internet bubble of the late ’90s, when people were registering domain names then selling them for wads of cash, I snared this hard-to-type, ironically inconvenient URL. Once it was clear that no one was dying to purchase it, I figured I’d hold on to it anyways. Starting a carpet-cleaning business? Passionate about short-term money loans? You never know when valueandconvenience might come in handy. Well, I’ve had it for about 11 years, and I finally realized — Criminy, what a great place to start a blog.
Thus, welcome to this special place where I’ll be sharing not only what I’ve been up to but what I’ve found share-worthy out in the world. I hope you will comment, debate, complain, subscribe, unsubscribe, read with detachment, rant about kids today, et cetera.
For starters, here’s one of my favorite portraits from 2011.
This is Kevin Beckers, a Westminster High School student who tends the goats on the school’s eight-acre farm. This is the goat at its calmest. You don’t realize it, but he’s got that goat clamped between his legs and in a death-grip at the collar. Unless we were feeding them, the goats stayed as far from my lighting setup as possible.
Thanks for joining me.