Waiting for wood ducks in the swamp.
Roasting oysters over the fire in the rain.
A young boy shoots at skeet in the dark with the aid of glow sticks.
See grass lines the banks of a quiet fishing spot.
A Charleston Christmas
Category Archives: Musings
Thanksgiving in Charleston
Fall light in the woods
Camouflaged patience
Leaves crackle in anticipation
Rain on the coast
Wetsuit feels like armor
Grey waves carry ageless friends to shore
Wood smoke on my sweater
Oyster shells lay empty on the table
Blue crabs whistle in the boil
Food and family laugh in story
Thankful to be together
Charleston stretches out the front door
Photography
Despite being a father and a working professional, I still enjoy playing around with photography when I can.
I took a recent course at Piedmont Park focused on lighting. Plenty of factors to consider, much of it requiring more gear than I care to sport around. But if you want to expand your knowledge and live in and around Atlanta, check out Mike Moreland. He brings the models and the gear, and you’ll certainly learn a few tricks. The true art though – in my humble opinion – is directing the model in the context of the scene.
Yes, I got these:
But I actually like this one – no light and off the cuff.
I can’t pretend to know for sure, but for me it encapsulates what I think many black men, especially in Ferguson, feel about the world around them. Want to get a greater appreciation? Hit the new Center for Civil and Human Rights in downtown Atlanta. We’ve come a long way, but there is still work to be done.
Family
Wow, I’m 40. Chased a few dreams, found one or two. But nothing compares to my wife and two boys. Houston will soon be 6, and Heyward is approaching 6 months. They all recently joined me on the trail for a great 10 mile hike. My birthday wish is for more time by the fire as we share a common respect for the world around us and plans for the next adventure.
A Day at the Beach
The Encinitas and San Diego surf culture is a menagerie of style and circumstance. Wade through the tattoos, tans and thongs, and you ultimately find a flow that is a little funky, fun and free. Whatever your role is it will never be as big as the Pacific Ocean’s command of the scene.
