For Tyler

Hello. How 'bout that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City. 
You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack... it grew by one. So there... there were two of us in the wolf pack... I was alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought, "Wait a second, could it be?" And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves, running around the desert together, in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight, I make a toast! 

- a great man once gave this speech

Dedicated to Tyler Sutherland

So Much Beauty In Dirt


Time For Thought.... And Other Things

Baseball allots some time to be by yourself and think. Its a difficult game to shoot well, but as far in terms of the sports spectrum it seems to lend itself a lot more to setting focus and letting things come into your frame. Somehow, though, even with this simple method I find myself back focusing. Sometimes it is with reward.... most of the time not.
This was actually a pretty interesting lecture, so I'm not sure why the lady to the left is sleeping. I won't go into details about what was going on, guess you'll just have to subscribe to the Sandusky Register folks!



You used to tie me to a chair so I would sit still and eat,
now I willingly leave your house smelling like spaghetti and garlic.
I used to sit and watch your "stories" with you while you babysat me,
now I willingly go to your house and watch America's Funniest Home Videos.
You bought me my first guitar, but you have never heard me play.
Though I'm unaware of the "They" you so often get information from,
I listen, because I know it is actually you're advice not theirs.
You tell me stories from when you were not yet a grandmother,
you were and always will be a firecracker.
For all this you owe me at least a picture.

When The Snow Fell

My toes have finally regained all feeling from the winter. I found this picture on my desktop, which is odd because in my constant quest for hard drive space I never keep anything on my desktop, so there had to be some reason for it being there. Possibly a blog post planned, but long forgotten. Whatever the reason, here's to regaining feeling in parts that have been cold and numb, buried under thick wool and flannels.



"Yeah, we skate. We try to keep it old school here."

It Seemed A Lot Bigger?

"Man this place used to seem giant back then, now I feel like a giant."
This is what I heard a lot while shooting an assignment at a school in Clyde that is going to close its doors after being open since the 1930's. It had an open house and a lot of old students (I mean old as in past not old as in age) came back to visit. I guess at one point in the 1980's they had a skating club. The man and woman walking in the hallway met and got married while they were both teaching at the school. One thing I forgot is how small middle school toilets are.... this almost proved to be a mid assignment crisis.



I am finally getting some old film developed at a great little store up here in Sandusky. To boot I used my first paycheck to buy a film scanner. I wish I could shoot everything in this process, meaning, shoot something, leave it for months, and then with new eyes, go back and finally look at the pictures. As many photographers do, I shoot so that I can remember where I've been and what I've seen. Seeing as how a camera tends to have a much more clear and realistic depiction of my life than my clouded, sleep deprived mind, I rely more and more on them to be my memory. In my experience, I've found that the only way remembering truly works is to forget a little.


Hanger Talk

Hinde Field, Huron Ohio.


Up To See

As we stepped out from the clouds
the only thing that caught us 
was our thoughts.


We walked into the fields
to feel the grass on our knees
and watch as the lines
disappeared with the breeze


Where's Alice?

Tea Party Rally on tax day in Norwalk.


Hey Thats A Nice Tree

"Oh shit! Thats right I'm shooting a baseball game not trees," so says my inner monolog.