This lightness happened while visiting two of the greatest young men I know,
on the outskirts of Seward, Nebraska.
This is Luftwerk's Luminous Field in Chicago, where many things were
illuminated and luminous, like the city itself.
This is Momma Auten and Brother Bear during Tyler's first trip to Chicago.
This happened. Where else but Carol Joy Holling Camp.
"Too much camera time."
These people, I tell you. This summer, I tell you.
That face. These Kids. And Broseph at Sullivan Hills Camp.
They must have chased him around for a solid hour.
This is how I feel about Seward, Nebraska, and it was taken
during my first 4th of July there with my best friends.
This is me in a touristy shot in Chicago.
The irony is that I am no longer a tourist.
This is a happy giant Litebrite. It happened during Chicago's
Art on Track, which took place on the elevated train.
This photo marks the beginning of my Dad's mobile phone photography career.
This was a celebration of friend love outside of a Wendy's in Leavenworth, Kansas,
where I found my way back to my convictions about photography,
even though this was taken with a cell phone.
No matter because this moment needed to happen and be recorded.
What I'm trying to say is don't overlook the beans in the chili (as in, to be all un-original about it, don't overlook the moments within this gargantuan bowl of life, for your life is fearfully and wonderfully made). And make sure you find someone who loves you for all your spilled beans.
I'm also not going to apologize for all these bean/(possibly)fart/bowl/chili metaphors. Happy New Year!
I PRAISE YOU BECAUSE I AM FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE;
YOUR WORKS ARE WONDERFUL, I KNOW THAT FULL WELL. -Psalm 139:14