I've always ben very intrigued by old cemeteries. Each headstone representing a life. A family. A story. There's a historic cemetery not far from my home and I pass by it almost every day. I finally stopped to capture some images the other day. I hope you enjoy them.
A while before our Montana trip, my oldest brother confided in me: "I know I've been accused of making fun into work and going really hard at it, but I really want to go soak it in, relax, and go with the flow. I hope you don't mind if we stop fishing long enough for... Continue Reading →
As a young child I was in awe of my father and brothers, as every year they’d prepare for a week in advance of the opening of deer season. Being an observer, and not a participant for several years contributed to the mythological feel of the whole hunting experience for me. I saw all the... Continue Reading →
Texan Afield 