To those of you who base my existence on this blog, I understand that you may think that I have vanished. I assure you, however, that I am very much alive and I do, in every sense of the word, "exist". Allow me then to expound on my interpretation existence, and my current state therein. Amid the constant barrage of studying, editing, photoshoots, and classes, my wife and I enjoy a happy and healthy relationship. We often reminisce about next summer when we may be able to spend more time together. We laugh about what the future will bring; jobs, a house, kids? We'll start with a dog. Lynn is ok with that. As the fall turns to winter, the shroud of leafy trees is blasted down to frail skeletons and now our home is filled with sunlight and the air outside is freezing. As now the temperatures are approaching freezing, I can no longer get by heating the house with a fire in the fireplace. My wife and her cold hands and feet requested that I call Questar and have the gas turned on. It was only a matter of time.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
This is the view out the window of my office. It gets a bit tiring sitting at the computer all day, but when I turn and gaze out at the beautiful mountains that surround me, part of me wonders why I'm not out there. The rest of me remembers that my time is as valuable as my money. As the corporate executives across the country sit on their golden thrones and await with open hands the shavings of my meager living, I am so grateful I only work in six digit numbers.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
In the past I've advertised online and used word of mouth to get business. After a complete overhaul on my website, and a year and a half of solid wedding photography to speak for, I decided last week that it 's time to step my business up a level and compete with worthy rivals; I payed for a booth at the Thanksgiving Point Wedding Expo. It's a two-day event where local brides are invited to come and receive a barrage of advertising puked at them from all directions. My booth was in the upper-most tier, away from the noisy festivities on the main floor. People made their way up there when the main floor became too crowded. I discovered that with the correct balance of personality and beautiful photography, there appears a light in the eyes of the young bride-to-be that her mother also recognizes, that says, "the search is over".
Sunday, December 28, 2008
So good to be back where I can free myself on the steep slopes of the Wasatch Mountains. This is what my car looked like at the airport after I'd left it there for a week. I really do like this part of Utah.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Crouched in the door of a twin prop modified skydiving plane at thirteen thousand feet, I am strapped to Joe Johnson, a member of the golden knights, but more importantly someone in whom I have trusted my life, as it is perched in the doorway of the loud plane. I feel for a moment that I am staring at a huge map that has very clear detail. I am at that moment thrust into a surreal, impossible leap into emptiness. Nothing I have ever done in my entire life could be compared to jumping out of an airplane while looking at the ground thirteen thousand feet below. This is truly a unique feeling. Only a second or two of my stomach pushing on my throat, then the hurricane of wind pulled my arms and legs upward. We were flying. I'm not moving my hands and arms very much while we're falling. The day before, we stopped at the indoor skydiving building and I watched how the slightest movement of the arms or legs sent the jumper bouncing and tumbling through the tunnel. I'm a bit wary of flailing my limbs while in a real free fall. The video tells the rest of the story. I contained my excitement well, but this was by far one of the most amazing experiences of my life.