From the corner of my eye the flashy heron continues his hunt. His slow stalk moves comfortably to my conscious.
We were literally seconds too late. We watched as our friends left the shore waving at us. The man said they’d hold the boat another few minutes. The man was full of it. I felt responsible. It had been my idea to go whale watching, and they left without us. We sat helplessly watching them pull away. Read more
It’s our last couple hours in Batad, the remote village in Luzon’s northern mountains. I’ve been taking photos on my own. Taking in my favorite details of this beautiful culture. I head back to Ramon and Scotty, to find that my wildest dreams are being realized. We get to play dress up with Scotty! Ramon explains that many people in the area still wear traditional dress. With enthusiasm, he dresses us in some of his and his family’s clothing. Scotty and I are there for his amusement. He dresses Scotty as a tribal chief, a warrior and a Mumbaki/Shaman. I am dressed as his wife. Read more
Songs are funny things. They can slip across boarders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells. I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.
Behind every good photographer is a good assistant. During the busy holiday season he even went with me to St. George for a wedding.
Thank you Stephen for having my back!
Gay marriage is legal, and polygamist unions are now safe under the law. I am straight. I am Mormon/LDS. I am a Utahn. I am monogamous. I have looked inward, and this is how I feel.
I love you.
I am glad to see your joy.
I am glad you feel more a part of our community.
I am glad you feel happy.
And I am glad you are here.
My little sister Laurel started with the nickname “Laurel-Lee-Lou-Dootie-Q.” I call her “Q.” Soon she’ll be known as Sister Galli, missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in… watch the video and see! Read more
Every year around Halloween millions of costumes and accessories are bought to be used once or twice, then discarded. They fill our landfills, and empty our wallets. In our homes we can rewrite this tradition.
The ancient walls are cracked, the tile worn, but the air is fresh and new. He leans in for a forbidden kiss.
My parents have recently moved to Argentina for our church. As a last hurrah! our family went to the Outer Banks and splashed around for a week in the Atlantic Ocean. Editing this photo reminded me of how blessed I am to have all of them in my family.