Call Him Anthony
Posted on May 29, 2018
I call him Salty.
But his name is Anthony.
And when you’re trying capture something right and true,
It’s good to use proper names.
So this is Anthony.
One of the great gifts of photography is that, every now and then,
You witness something deep and abiding.
When that happens, it’s an incredible privilege.
The mask slips and, for a brief moment,
You catch a man reckoning with some great internal joy or pain—or both.
Expressions
Posted on May 15, 2018
Meet V for Vinita.
She leads marketing for a startup in the City.
Yep, that City, the city by the Bay.
Often my favorite images don’t make the cut.
They’re off.
They’re not polished.
And they’re not worth sharing with the client.
Still, these outcast photographs mean a lot to me.
They capture fleeting moments of joy, surprise, laughter, happiness.
Which are they very things that result in photographs that do make the final cut.
Like this one.
Strike a Pose
Posted on May 15, 2018
Meet my daughter.
Paige.
Sometimes we whisper Rampage.
It’s often fitting.
She’s on the edge of Lake Tahoe,
Striking her signature pose,
Ready to drain its immensity at a glance.
She’s loving and sweet,
Especially toward her brother.
But she’s also tough as tumbleweed.
She likes earrings and bruises, dresses and scrapes.
Man, I hope she’s striking this pose 20, 30, 60 years from now.
How cool would that be?
Go, Paige, go!
The Power of Quiet
Posted on May 15, 2018
That’s my son Gavin.
We were in Todos Santos.
He walked into a church and sat down.
I followed him, snapped this picture, and sat next to him.
We were quiet.
Three sparrows flew into the nave and perched in the chandelier, twittering and singing.
After a few minutes, they stopped and flew outside.
Gavin and I smiled at each other, then stood up, and followed them out.
Service was over.
