I heart old worn out little country cafe signs with little old worn out hearts on 'em. I promised my mom I'd get this sign for her house later on that night after the sun went down, but we decided on beaver huntin' instead. The cops woulda' nailed us anyway, they're crawling all over Greensburg; all three square quarters of a mile of that town!
This was taken practically on the back porch steps of my in-laws place. I like this picture because of the crane, if the crane wasn't in this picture, it'd be a pretty boring picture.
This is my brother. This picture is artsy, grand, and sweeping because he is artsy, grand, and sweeping. He makes movies and blogs for the Austin School of Film.
Besides the good food and the family I find when I visit south Louisiana for the holidays I can always rest assured that there will be photographs to be taken, ones I can't necessarily take in too many other parts of the world. New Orleans is one of these places where a photograph exists ten times over within a diameter of fifteen feet no matter where you are standing. I ditched the digital cameras over the holidays and tried to capture as much as I could on film. Good ol', tried and true, magical film. The real reason I picked up a camera, to be a photographer-not a computer technician or a graphic designer. No, a photographer. Shooting with an old Canon AE1 I walked the same block twice, and captured these along the way.
Say hello to Morgan and his little cousin, Elizabeth. Morgan is no stranger to the GC as I photographed him last year but it was little Elizabeth's first time. Moe, being a pro was awesome. He hit poses like no other and was really great. Ellie wasn't so used to the glitz and glamour of paparazzi and lights and studio work, but was still adorable.
A quickie post-the boys and us thought our tree was a little lacking so we bought new ornaments. It's when they take the time to hang them up together that the magic happens.