• His First Knife

    I remember when I got my first jackknife. The exact date is a little foggy, but I do recall it was also the day I got stitches for the first time. I was out of diapers by then, give or take a few years, which was a suitable milestone...
  • Gaining Perspective

    There was a time when quiet was all I had. The place where I hung my hat was spotless. Everything had a place and was in its place. My fortress was well-provisioned and ready to stand bold against any natural disaster, civil malfeasance, or unforeseen catastrophe. I’ve been accused...
  • Hiking With Supermodels

    I suppose I don’t have to look far beyond myself and Ana to find their motivation. I’m a photographer and Ana is a model. Children learn best by example, whether good or not, and that mirror has smacked me in the face more than once, I regret to admit....
  • Hunting for Dinosaurs, Pterodactyls, and Snakes

    A child’s mind, unfettered by the more cerebral and dignified stuff grown-ups invest their short lives in, such as politics and the lunacy of network news, is a world of boundless imagination. In the span of an afternoon, my very own eyes have witnessed the metamorphosis of an otherwise...
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