This is January 7, 2025 in Central Virginia.
Falling Down - Crabtree Falls, Virginia
Motorcycle Self-Portraits
Falling In - Dark Hollow Falls
I took this on our family hike today at Dark Hollow Falls. I love sun, shadows, and running water in monochrome.
Falling Out - Doyles River Falls
I returned to Shenandoah National Park on a misty Fall day to look for the calm that alluded me these past several days. Only when I was taking pictures at Doyles River Falls did I feel it.
Falling Away
I disappeared yesterday afternoon to Dark Hollow Falls in Shenandoah National Park, Virginia. The sun came out after a while to highlight the falling water.
The Dunnington Mansion
I had the pleasure of spending this past Saturday afternoon among fellow photographers at the Dunnington Mansion in Farmville, Virginia. Thank you to John Plashal Photo for hosting this event.
Dunnington Mansion - Saturday, April 29, 2023
Elegant and Sublime, even in ruin, the Dunnington Mansion must have been stunning in its youth.
Shadowed Places
Why are the more shadowed places of a city more intriguing than the bright spots?
Richmond, Virginia
Inspirational Nature Quote
Insert an inspirational quote here about nature here, or how important it is to disconnect and be present.
Ragged Mountain Nature Area, Charlottesville, Virginia - Saturday, August 27, 2022
Matthew and Revelation
Farmville, Virginia - July 28, 2022
"Hey there..."
The girl on the bicycle interrupted my photo shoot with the blonde. By this, I mean she candidly coordinated this shot.
Richmond, Virginia - July 21, 2022
Beach Nights
I don’t love the beach like you love the beach. I love the night. So while your eyes rest from salt and sun, mine come into focus.
Garden City Beach, South Carolina - June 30, 2022
Memories In Monochrome
Evans Farm - June 20, 2022
I remember summer afternoons, breathing in the sweet smells of hay, aged wood, and the past blending together.
Afternoon
Saturday afternoon is when that nostalgia starts to descend upon us.
Home: The Beginning of My Story
There’s a crumbling building at the intersection of Routes 219 and 50. You can choose north, south, east, or west to go anywhere you wish. And of all the directions I’ve went, the memories of my first home go with me. Yesterday, I turned to them again.
I still think about the cast of characters that came into the Red House Service Station for a Pepsi, a candy bar, and conversation.
From these windows, I watched my Dad walking out to the light of the gas pumps in the evenings. During deer season, the hunters would swing by with eight-points in their truck beds. Embellishments and all, there are few better stories better than their hunting stories.
This was our view from my brother’s room, where we created worlds from imagination, Ghostbuster toys, and Legos. How is the world smaller but holds more possibilities when you’re a kid?
My parents showed steers in the 70s and 80s, and didn’t do too bad! I didn’t grow up to be a farmer, but it’s still a way of life sacred to me. It’s from that life that I owe my own.
And at night before bed, I would sit on the basement steps and watch my Dad fill the furnace. Appalachian winters were cold. Appalachian coal kept us warm.
No matter how far I go north, south, east, or west, home stays with me.
Take Me to the Still Waters Tonight
Frederick, Maryland, Sunday Night, November 1, 2020
Faith and the Light
Sunday, October 18, 2020, Oakland, Maryland
Here's to the Fall
“...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay.”
Shaking Off the Rust
A few weeks ago, I took the camera out for the first time in too long. There’s always been something about a late summer afternoon that’s perfect in black and white.
