Reflections of Light

I will never tire of photographing the 4th of July fireworks at Oral Lake. It's one of my favorite traditions.

Fourteen

My sister two days before her fourteenth birthday. Time has gone by fast. 

Datdat

I didn't know that Christmas was going to be the last time that I saw my grandfather, but I am glad that I took a lot of pictures. 

Merry and Bright

The holidays mean family, food, and disgusting beverages. My brothers do love their eggnog. *shudders* For the first time in three years, Christmas was celebrated in Lost Creek. I've missed the luminaries. 

The boys. 

The Lost Creek luminaries. 

The Other Side

Thanksgiving wasn't all blood and guts. The best part was spending time with my family.

Thankful in the Mountains

Once again, Ben and Daniel went hunting the day before Thanksgiving, and once again they were successful. They spent the better part of Thanksgiving Day butchering and processing their deer, and I, like always, spent the better part of the day photographing them. 

Proud hunters. 

Daniel hard at work.

The refuse pile. 

The butchering moves indoors. 

Scout does not approve. 

The Best Month

I am tentatively restarting my undergrad project on Favorite Places. My senior year, I asked friends, family, and strangers to identify their favorite places and spaces, and I photographed them. My friend Megan agreed to help me dive back in, and was incredibly patient on a cold, blustery day. Her favorite place is October,  and there's no better place to photograph October than Homewood Cemetary on Devil's Night. 

Megan in her natural habitat.

Homewood Cemetary is my favorite cemetery, and that is saying something. 

We invited ghosts. Look closely.