The Divorce is Final

January 16, 2007 – May 16, 2018

My road is a gyspy’s ribbon, no longer is  hell at one dark window.

I flee from the  birds who scavenge, flying low.

Betrayal, and wind in the pines, are no stranger to me. Continue reading “The Divorce is Final”

Wedding Photography

for friends

The wedding was under the oaks. Moss dripped from the long reaching arms of mother nature. Home grown honey sealed the depths, of their love.

Sunlight and laughter echoed in God’s selected chamber.

Standing on love; reaching, perched high, we could hear the harmony, of Melody.

A special moment in time.

 

 

 

 

What We Do

with the time given to us

My PirateThis is my favorite remnant, of the recent four day festival, here on the island. I worked it up on Pixelmatr in between walks downtown. This pirate, Slappy, is a colorful character and part of the band, that roam the streets here, every first week-end in May.

Amelia Island is at the most northern point, of the Florida coastline. Across the St. Mary’s River lies Georgia. The river provided a perfect haven for the looting, drinking, scavengers of the ocean. It’s deep water provided access and security. It was a perfect hideout; and overlooked, by most. Only adventurers, found their feet, on the hidden trails and underbrush of Fernandina Beach. Continue reading “What We Do”

OK!

Get er’ done.

wedding

I am an early, morning riser. At 4 A.M. I sat up and opened my mind to thoughts of cars. Cars that would be parked, in front of the beautiful oaks, that create an outdoor chapel, for my friends to be married in.

I am going to be the photographer.

The photo above is from, one of the best planned weddings, that I ever had the opportunity to shoot.

Often, at weddings, I think, “what were they thinking?” So many seemingly small, however, important details are overlooked. It’s as if the planner, either didn’t care or didn’t know better. Continue reading “OK!”

Dreams and Deeds

It’s 4:30. I hear the rain outside. I take a deep breath.

The moment is refreshing.

The tin roof, of my small, house in the hood, accentuates the sound of the drops. The wind will gust, from time to time. I don’t have to be outside to see it. The trees, in this area, are majestic and what brought me here, to my home in the hood. I don’t know their names, but I know them, personally; their colors, their barks, their moss. Continue reading “Dreams and Deeds”

DxO One

~ with the Universe

The interchange of technology has no terminal velocity. It continually accelerates. Which is wonderful if you have cavernous pockets. Or your spending habits have no boundaries. Or you happen to be one of those photographers that the manufacturers/sales and marketers give the cameras to, to entice others to purchase their newest, latest and greatest camera or gadget. Continue reading “DxO One”