waiting for an eclipse



this is how he sees himself, and how he wishes others would see him

hunting is not a waste of time, but a life, a place where he can be

powerful and fierce and ready to take on the world.

this is where he feels at home with himself

because there are no expectations and responsibilities

only the chase to the kill

(photo by Dillon)


look at you in your dorm room
emptiness gradually turning into piles of you
since when did you have orange sheets?
since when did you grow-up,
old enough to say goodbye to Mom?
are you playing the guitar to make things familiar?

don’t worry. you’ll get used to it.

(Photo credit: Clarissa Walker)



She is a few days old and her eyes don’t want to open.

Tired, the light is too bright, they stay closed.

But her mouth: tiny and used to sucking,

It opens up to the sky in such a big yawn for such a small thing.


I want to capture her

in a moment of stillness,

her life written on her face.

She is staring out into her front yard

through glass doors

the light spilling onto her skin.

I learn from her,

work with her,

talk with her,

and I wish I could return

again and again and again,

trying to learn her



there are debates over whether he has red hair or not

and debates over who gets to hold him, but only for about five minutes, or after he starts to cry.

he doesn’t care much about what is going on around him

just in wonder of the world.


I’m glad you are

smiling, and that our lives are going in the same direction as we

walk forward, hand in hand, talking slowly about things that were and things that are to come,

contemplating a future and realizing that the greatest

happiness can be found in the moment, because we are living dreams.

I’m glad you look at me and

listen as my words leave me. I’m glad you

speak the things of your heart.

Walk forward,


with me.


Here is your new head shot.

Plaster it on Facebook.

You look older–why?

Somehow you are no longer

on the edge of teenager,

but growing firmly into

a young woman.


the youthful glow is still there,

but the child is gone.


So my sister got married on Friday. And, because I was free, I got to be her wedding photographer. This filled me with a sense of dread, since I was afraid of messing up with my limited skills. However, after some prayer and faking it, I got through it with only one mishap. That mishap happened to be that I never got a decent picture of my immediate family–in the three I have, Emily has her eyes closed in every single one. So sorry, Mom and Emily, for my lack of a picture with everyone’s eyes open. But overall, I am satisfied with my work and hopefully you will be too. It was so much fun.

And if you want photographs of any sort, I’m totally open to do some for you.




Brothers. They are a weird lot.



Your loyal photographer. Dillon took this picture for me.



My grandpa. I really like this picture.



And here are some flowers.



My brother, who everyone said was the next one to get married. The whole day, over and over, they said it to him.



“That doesn’t look posed at all.”

Maybe Emily and Matt will be in the same position as Liz and Joe above in a while . . .

Mom & Dad


It was my mom and dad’s 25th wedding anniversary on the day my sister got married. Which was pretty awesome. Here they are smooching away, caught up in the newlywed spirit.

Well, I hope you enjoyed the wedding pictures.

. . .

Oh wait. I guess I should put some in of the bride and groom.

Emily and Matt


Here they are coming out of the temple.


Emily and Matt, looking at the camera.


Well, it was a wedding day, so I guess some of this did happen.


The chin is down.


This is my sister. And she is beautiful. Matt would agree with me.


The princess wears flip flops.


Here they are in the front of the temple.


Here they are walking. I managed to cut off their heads.


So I had a request to take one picture in particular. They were set on having a picture of their rings. Really, they didn’t ask for much else. Just a picture of their rings. I guess I could have taken this picture and be done with it.


Um . . . yeah. They wanted me to take a picture of it.


So I made Matt step away from his bride for a moments to get a picture of him alone. And scary things happened . . .


A foot popping. This wasn’t planned at all. It’s not like we sat and talked about it for a few minutes and then posed the picture. We wouldn’t do a thing like that. Foot popping is spontaneous.


Emily looking at the camera. Matt is distracted.


Look! I managed to capture their heads. It won’t last.


I seem to have cut off her head in this one.


Action shot of the bride.


Here are some flowers and a face next to them.


Congratulations Emily and Matt!