From life in the middle of nowhere


My dad purchased a Minolta camera and some lenses when he was in the Navy back in the 70’s. Throughout my childhood I remember seeing the shiny camera body sitting on top of his bureau. When no one was looking I would take it gingerly off the top of the dresser and pull it into the very center of their bed (I couldn’t chance it falling off the side) and hold it up to my eye and move it around the room framing things into little boxes. Off I went to college,  and I enrolled in a photography I class. He graciously handed over what he could to the cause.

I learned how to develop film in a canister, and the pleasure of drying negatives. I slid photographs into chemicals semester after semester. I even ended up getting some photos printed in the student publication. And although the dark room is a magical place where things develop from nothing into something, I only asked for one thing when I graduated from college: A digital camera. I have upgraded a couple of times since back then, but the picture taking hasn’t stopped.

If you see anything you like (or dislike) on this site, leave me a comment and let me know. If you like something enough that you want to have it hanging on your wall contact me and we can arrange something easily. If you live in the vast region that people call south Texas  and you want me to come to your house and photograph you, your cat, your kid’s birthday whatever- that can also be arranged- just go on then email me!

Thanks y’all!




One response

  1. Shannon Pardoe

    Thank you so much for following my blog! Btw living on a cattle ranch sounds amazing 🙂

    December 19, 2012 at 11:48 pm

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