Rude Awakening

At 4am this morning I was rudely awakened by someone punching me in the jugular. That someone was me, assisted by my right fist. You know that stage of sleep where you are not quite awake and not quite asleep, where you often startle yourself completely awake? Well my “startling awake” was more of a…

The Best Part About a Deployment

…is the return home Thank you to all of our service men and women who sacrifice precious days, weeks, months, and years with their families so that we may live freely in this beautiful country. This past weekend I was honored to photograph my friend Dave’s return home from Afghanistan. His wife, and my best…

Music to My Ears

I don’t consider myself to be a terribly materialistic person. I love my DSLR camera, macbook, and other random gadgets, but I could do without them. Something I can’t do without? Music.  As early as I can remember, music has played a huge part in my life. From cassette tapes  to CD players and eventually iPods, music…

Riding Towards Freedom

This past week was incredibly busy. I worked both jobs, making it a 70-hour work week. Because of this,I have been planning what I will do on my one day of freedom since Friday. Just the thought of a free Sunday was keeping me going. So far, my Sunday has been perfect. This morning I…

Hi’s and Goodbye’s

Life for Isaac and I has gotten very routine. I didn’t realize just how robot-like we had gotten until our recent vacation to Seabrook Island. Every week it’s the same exact thing, and we can’t do much about it. Because I have gotten so used to my routine, it was really difficult for me to relax…

The Marm Comes to Town

Last week my mom drove from Florida to North Carolina to help me knock out some wedding planning and to help my little sister move into a new apartment. Katy lives about 45 minutes from me so every day mom would bounce back and forth between our houses, helping both of us get our lives…

Love vs Acceptance

One of  the most influential counseling sessions with my therapist, Ken, was one where he asked me a short and simple question. Well, simple for him to ask, not as simple for me to answer. On a chilly day in January, I sat on Ken’s leather couch proud of the strides I had made in the past…