It’s been a while and I have no excuse.  I have been avoiding writing because I hate feeling the way I do whenever I write to you.  But it’s Father’s Day and I have skipped several birthdays and Christmases… and every special occasion there is.  So it had really been a long time.  You would... Continue Reading →


There's something about sunsets that fascinates me. It's probably the most clichè subject in photography. But captivating nonetheless. So I try to chase sunsets (or catch the sunrise when I'm able to wake up really early) where ever I maybe. But luck never seems to be on my side more often than not. A clear... Continue Reading →


I used to write you sappy letters and I still do. Though now, you don't get to hold and read them like you used to. I often tucked them under folded shirts in your closet for you to find. I don't know if you've read any of them for you haven't said a word. But... Continue Reading →


My mom's favorite anecdote about my childhood was that I didn't have one. She'd tell friends or relatives that she doesn't remember ever seeing me play games like my younger siblings did and wonders what I did when I as a child. Of course, it's kinda hilarious to hear now that I am an adult... Continue Reading →


When Det and Darrel were expecting their first born (Adam), we were exploring the idea of doing a maternity shoot.  Though portrait photography (in whatever form) always intimidated me and something I reluctantly ventured into unless it involved children or unknowing strangers (that sounds a bit creepy and little more like stalking), I was excited... Continue Reading →


Halfway through the introduction of the book Scrappy Little Nobody, the Anna Kendrick writes (or rather says, because I initially have an audio version): "That night, I resolved to keep the crazy inside my head where it belonged. Forever. But here’s the thing about crazy: It. Wants. Out." and I couldn't agree with her more.  There... Continue Reading →


  When I was younger, I welcomed the noise and the chaos of day to day life.  I needed to be constantly surrounded by people and engaged in any activity to fill up all the gaps in a day.  I hated the quiet moments, especially that window between being drowsy and actually falling asleep.  Whatever thought or... Continue Reading →


Took my twelve year old niece to watch Pitch Perfect 3.  She loved the entire movie -- the songs, the jokes, and the Bellas, of course.  She practically grew up with the Pitch Perfect movies and she introduced me to the franchise years ago when she was just half her age now. I didn't hate... Continue Reading →

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