As I look at this world I recognize how easy it would be to give in to anger or hatred or despair, and please believe me when I say I feel all these things, but the void which surrounds that path repulses me. I need hope the way I need light to see.

My July 4^th^ was… interesting. I was preparing to head down to the parade to capture my annual photos of the same firetrucks, when I noticed we had a bag…

I often feel like an odd duck in my denomination. I’ve got no tribe.

I joke a lot about not wanting to be seen, but that’s not entirely true. I do want people to see me, but I’ve found time after time people would rather just tell me what I am. It leaves me feeling stranded.