It’s not just me, right? Throw a few helicopters in the air, put a car in one fist, and she looks just like George from the video game.
an ongoing study
It’s not just me, right? Throw a few helicopters in the air, put a car in one fist, and she looks just like George from the video game.
I quickly made this photograph as my daughter lined up just right in the shadows.
The structure in the background is actually broken and serves no purpose other than to make my photographs more difficult.
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
At a table full of kids eating cake, sometimes it takes all your concentration to eat your own.
A messy bed in morning light.
My daughter stands at her easel working on the next great masterpiece.
when the nights are long and the young are still, the candles burn and we take our fill.
every door leads to a different path. but every path offers similar views. we can choose to see that which is empty and bleak, or we can choose to see new life and new potential. the doors we choose shape who we are, the way we see our path shapes who we will be.
Sometimes we give 100% of ourself to our children. Other times we keep 100% of us to ourselves. But most of the time we land somewhere in between, mixing these two elements in such a way that reality improves and no longer needs escaping from.
My daughter playing with blocks in the bathtub.
Four men walk across a reflecting pond at the Nasher Sculpture Center in Dallas, TX.