You know when a particular song from your childhood comes over the radio and you are instantly transported back to a specific moment in time? Memories come rushing back as you remember where you were, what you were doing, and who you were with.

I believe the reason this happens is because in that moment, the correlation between the two, completely unintentional, was when we were most happy. A certain song may remind you of being with a high school sweetheart at a dance, or it may connect emotionally to what you were feeling at the moment. In much the same way, objects, such as toys or games, can conjur up a time in our lives that we can recall with vivid detail.

In this case, it was a chess set. There was nothing distinctly special about it on the surface. It had the same black and white board, and the pieces were the same as any other. But what made this particular set so special was how it played a role in forming a bond between my father and me that would last a lifetime.

I was in my 8th grade school year and had begun to take an interest in chess after learning the game from my classmates. Although my father knew how to play, we did not own a set because up until then, no one else had taken an interest in the game. Until, one day I came home with the enthusiasm of a 5-year old begging my father for a chess set so I could become the next Bobby Fischer!

After a few weeks of relentless pleading and convincing, my father did in fact bring home a chess set. However, this was not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill, K-Mart plastic set, this thing was magnificent! I couldn’t believe how extravagant and detailed it was. It was clear my father had been waiting for this moment and someone to share it with. I was happy to oblige.

Call it fate or coincidence, but within a week of bringing home this masterful work of art, we were hit with the “Blizzard of ’78.” As you can probably guess, day after day, after day, after day, my father and I would play each other, pausing it seems, only briefly, to eat or sleep, then it was right back to the game. This went on for what seemed like weeks, I couldn’t get enough.

I didn’t know it at the time, or maybe subconsciously I did, but my father and I were sharing moments that would last a lifetime. It wasn’t planned, but that’s how those things work. We have to somehow recognize those moments when we are in them, before it’s too late. I miss my Pop, but I look forward to playing with him in Heaven again someday.

These are photos of the actual set, which I still have, that my father purchased in 1978.

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Commercial photography

With the cootie virus tightening its grip on social gatherings and generally requiring people to avoid human interaction, booking in-person sessions has become increasingly more scarce. Not to mention, everyone who now has the latest iPhone with all its bells and whistles, now considers themselves a professional photographer. I get it. These are the times in which we currently live.

One aspect of photography that continues to not only remain constant, but actually become more in-demand is commercial and product photography. Print ads, websites, DoorDash, restaurant menus, all require carefully arranged phots of their products to entice buyers. This is an avenue I had not intended to pursue, but as photographers, we must shoot.

And so, I anticipate this will be the first of many posts featuring products, food, and whatever else I can think of to shoot, until life returns to normal. Whatever that will be.

Here’s to a whole new world.

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Had the pleasure of recently doing a newborn session with adorable twin girls, Madison and Mallory. Their father is serving in the Army National Guard (thank you!), and their mother is a stay at home mom, (she has two other boys aged 1 and 2!). Needless to say, this was a first for me. Luckily, their mother and my wife were both on hand to help keep things moving along. From lighting and prop setup to outfit changes, they sure made my job easier.

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There’s just something special about cousins. A unique bond and love for one another. Someone you can share your deepest secrets and wildest dreams with that a sibling would not understand. When they’re this age, it’s especially magical. The world has yet to be discovered, the innocence of youth with not a care in the world. These moments are special, particularly when distance prevents us from seeing each other as often as we’d like. To be able to capture moments like these, when, twenty years from now, they will look back at this time and share a laugh, or tear, are such a blessing. Enjoy them before they’re gone.

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Senior session

Wonderful senior session with Molly. Exceptional young lady who is graduating high school a full year early and attending college to become a veterinarian. Her passion for life and love for animals is infectious and she is such an inspiration. Congratulations, Molly!

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Halloween 2020


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Black & White

I love experimenting with black & white shots. It really does seem to enhance the lighting and shadows and add a bit of mystery to the photos.  Your thoughts?

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Normally, newborn shots tend to lend themselves to shooting and processing in black & white to bring out the smoothness of the skin and highlight certain features. But sometimes, color is the only option. Say, for example, when she has this beautiful head of red/strawberry/blonde hair that can only be appreciated in color.

This is my second granddaughter, Sienna, and we were not expecting her to have this hair color. Both parents have blonde to light hair, so this was a surprise. There is no guarantee that it will remain this color, but for now, we are enjoying it as it truly separates her apart from the normal black, brown and blonde category.

I have to wonder, though, if her hair remains this color, will she also develop the demeanor and personality that is rumored to be prevalent among redheads?

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When you live in Indiana, at some point, you’re going to see a barn.  Whether it be newly updated, barely standing or collapsed to a pile of rubble. But once upon a time, these beautiful structures were commonplace throughout the Indiana landscape and not only served a purpose, but displayed visual artistry through conceptual design that would leave us amazed.

To some, seeing a barn is as every day as passing the local Wal-Mart or Starbucks. But when I look at these architectural wonders, I envision what it was like when they were being constructed; what was the vision of those who created it and for what purpose was it intended. Did an entire community come together to raise these amazing buildings, as I imagine was common in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

Once completed, I can envision those involved, pausing and gazing upon this magnificent structure they had erected and beaming with pride at their accomplishment. A celebration would surely follow, to celebrate, and share stories with family and friends, posing for photographs for future generations to enjoy.

This is what I see and feel, and try to imagine whenever I come upon a barn during my travels.  For this reason, I must take a photograph to capture the image as I imagine it, in its purest form. Ignoring the dilapidation and graffiti, and seeing it as it was when it was first erected. I see beauty, strength, community, and history.

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As a toddler, was there anything better than blowing bubbles? It was a lot of work, we got winded, & usually spilled more bubble mix on ourselves than went into the air, but it was worth it.

Nowadays, they have machines that can do it for you with the press of a button. It takes the work out of the process & the results are amazing.

This is my granddaughter with her Mickey Mouse bubble maker. The pure joy & innocence on her face proves it’s the end result that matters, not how you get there.


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