She is the youngest bridesmaid that I have ever photographed.

They offer us only the truth. And their’s is a loving and positive truth.

They are not staring into a phone! They are wide-eyed, aware, and present!

A beautiful moment that soars above words and ideas where she is only herself…

Finding the Pringles juxtaposed between the canned pineapple and hamburger helper is a small taste of how it must have felt to break the code of the Enigma during World War II.

She may think of it as what remains of me after I’m gone, but it will actually be the gift that she gave me all of those years ago.

This is not a eulogy, but simply a love letter for love that I kind of lost, but also love that I still hold.

Every head turned as I silently struggled to wake up from this God forsaken nightmare.

… anything that we wanted as he ripped each of us a blank page from his tablet.

He is that kid that realizes you don’t have a candy bar so he splits his and hands you the bigger half.

More people arrived and had many questions for me... questions that I could not answer... questions that revealed to me that this person and organization had dropped the ball in every way. I remained courteous and heard them out. They had been let down and it was important that they finally had a receptacle for their anger.