July 23, 2020

This morning, I headed out to the country to photograph nature before the sun turned up the heat. It was early. The sun had not had a chance to rise very far and it was just peeking over the horizon. It makes me think of a small child peeking around a tree during a gam...

June 17, 2020

In June of 1909, a mere 111 years ago, my grandfather was 16 years old. These images were taken in Dallas, Georgia, years before he would meet my grandmother. He eventually moved to Augusta and taught at Richmond Academy. He met my grandmother for the first time at her...

June 9, 2020

Tonight it rained.

It was a gentle rain the kind with thunder that is far away and only gives a growl instead of a bark. Like someone mumbling under their breath a comment when they thought you had left the room. Maybe the thunder was rendering in a complaining tone, sa...

June 5, 2020

Today, I look at the Laurel Oak which decorates my front yard and it towers over my head and my one-story brick house. But, in 1996 this tree was nothing but a thin and fragile transplant I brought from Statesboro, Georgia. I had told my father that I needed a few tree...

June 4, 2020

A few weeks ago, as I neared my Concord grape vines to check their health and the development of grapes for the summer harvest, I flushed a female cardinal just a few feet in front of me. As I looked closer, I realized why she stayed so long. She was sitting on a nest,...

May 10, 2020

As I watched the last ferry leave Cape Lookout off the coast of North Carolina last year and the last of the day tourists headed back to the mainland, I felt a euphoria. Literally, I would be almost completely alone that night and the next morning. I would be able to w...

April 28, 2020

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April 24, 2020

I awoke to the melody of a Cardinal calling. In my semi-awake, semi-asleep state, I could picture the beautiful red bird atop the dogwood tree in my front yard. I could see him raising his body as he sang, contrasting against the pure blue above, inhaling air and produ...

April 20, 2020

When I see wild places developed this is what goes through my mind:

Behind the Eyes of Joe

On a day like any other, a beautiful baby was born. He came into the world without hate, sorrow or scorn. His eyes were so brown and his gaze full of hope, his skin was so soft and...

April 20, 2020

It is the season of color. Like the last hurrah of a fireworks display when all the stops are pulled and the crowd watches with faces a-gasp. During this time of year, it seems like the blue tones in the sky are just so much more beautiful. It's a special blue. A child...

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