Great shoot! These little ones conquered the most awkward of villains, ‘The Camera!’

We had a great opportunity to work with Anne at her venue — the Ole Blue Truck Farm. Quick side note, we had our wedding here and could not be happier about the decision. Anne was able to help us in SO many ways it was unreal. I digress. The farm is surrounded by beautiful land and animals which offers a plethora of opportunities for any enthusiast. At this particular time, loads of business folk came out to shed their love and meet the community and potential clientele. Give Anne a call or head to their website for more information!

Formally known as the the Pacific Mill, the Lyman Mill established economic and social growth during the towns upbringing. This stretch of land started out as a small farming community with only one shop until the mid 20's. The mill was built on 700 acres and quickly expanded; building homes for the workers, a community center, churches, even a National Guard armory and because of this many recreational activities were also created for the flourishing town. Sadly, the mill closed its door in '05, now finding itself standing the test of time. It seems Mother Nature has come to take back some of the land once purchased, peaking through the concrete and growing through the cracks of the roads. I walked up to the site not knowing a lick about anything and left with much curiosity and a bit of uneasiness. The buildings that are left are slowly falling apart and are unsafe to enter. Pieces of the white structure can be found everywhere -- glass under every step and parts of the interior living on the exterior. Graffiti, along with grass and vines, encompass the white building. Notes, hieroglyphs, art from past visitors, aliens and such, stain its walls. I laugh at some of the markings. Great little piece of treasure, right here.

The city of Duncan, reminds me of my youth and the countless times I would walk the streets of my home town back in Kansas. Much like Newton, Duncan is small, easy to navigate and incredibly observing of history. 

I have driven by this stale and deathly building a many of times, often directing my sight as if to make a documentary; seeing the inner beauty still imprinted, stained on this tiny corner lot intrigued me. So, why not examine its past calendar?

The garage once changed black gold [oil] from running automobiles. One side dealt with the messy job title and the other, I assumed worked on other projects, such as tires or batteries or anything of that sort. Work was done, that much was for sure. The concrete slabs still lay intact but the wooden room next to it had a much harsher walk in maturity. Not much was inside. Parts of trees, vines, leaves and what ever soul called it home occupied the walk way. The feeling of entering this abandoned treasure was stellar. It presented an impact that is often forgotten; we are born, we grow, we peak and we fall to be born again. 

Their is truly nothing better than family. Even if it's the family we make, we still are never alone. No amount of words can describe how thankful I am for the ones who change with me and walk the long road. 

These here, are moments I can't ever forget. Generations of willpower, together for a capturing that'll span beyond ourselves. Magic. This is what I call magic. Regardless of the downs, the ups always come around. No matter the defeat, wisdom climbs to its feet. And a family stands tall, in and out of a brawl. Much love for my woes. Much love. 

I am use to seeing cows on the side of the road, believe me, but its not everyday I see a couch. It was because of this couch that I became inspired.

I had just gotten off work when I felt a sense of creative juice running through my shivering heart (it was a chilling, wet morning). I decided to take the long way home; a road that presented many curves and a nice black freshly paved road with yellow sun beams separating each side to its rightful passengers. I see this object, so greatly placed in a most random spot. I had no other choice, nor urge but to just stop and enjoy this moment. . . and I did just that. I next flew my way home to grab my camera; fully charged and a fresh memory card meant for a great time. This morning was absolute. I found my way back and parked in a distance. My walk along this road found my sight fixed on adventure, creating a treasure map with other roads, paths, and trees that would otherwise be missed by scheduled eyes. Cows, couches, machines and nature found its way in front of my lens this morning in the South. Anything but dull, I will say. Anything but dull.

Awe, laughter and love filled the air - each shot depicting their journey to here and now.  

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