Kid’s Day at the Boise Balloon Classic August 28, 2019.

I took the day off, got up early and got some shots. On this morning during the festival, they let the kids take free balloon rides!

Western Idaho Fair 2019

Here are a few photos from my short trip to the Fair. We spent more time looking for a parking spot than we did shooting…

Angels Among Us…

This is Aubrey. I found her photo on Pinterest.

I posted this little story on Facebook and decided to write it up here so I’d always be able to find it.

June 18, 2019

Today I went to pre-surgery physical therapy. As I was leaving, there was a little girl coming down the hall towards me. She was obviously sick. She had her little bald head covered with a colorful knit cap that looked like someone made it for her. She had her eyes down as she came near me and looked up just before we passed.

She looked at me and got a huge smile on her face, waved and said hi. She looked like a little angel and I swear to God by all that is holy that I almost broke into tears.

I called my wife to tell her about it and she said, “it’s probably your bald head!”

I guess being bald has its perks… I get to see angels.

I’ll See You Do it Again…

You made a way when there was no way

And I believe I’ll see you do it again

I’ve seen you move, you moved the mountains

And I believe I’ll see you do it again

I’ll be playing with the worship team at Calvary Boise this weekend. During the week before playing, I make a play list on Spotify and listen to the songs while I work. One of the songs for the week is called Do It Again.

For some reason, the words hit my like a freight train this morning.

When I heard the words “you made a way when there was no way” my mind got blasted by images of moments from my past when this was true. Not casually true. Not kind of true. True.

First up was a vision of me kneeling in a dirty bathroom stall, praying. Yeah, gas station bathrooms are a mess and that’s where His promise stood. Five minutes before, some guy in a white, Fantasy Island suite (no joke) walked up to me on a corner in Thousand Oaks, California, handed me a little piece of paper and told me that God doesn’t get tired out and He hasn’t stopped following. The guy told me that it was time to throw down my weapons and surrender. He said that my treason would be pardoned and I could start over. That was a long time ago and I’m not sure what exact words he said, but that’s what I heard.

Then he walked away.

I felt like running. I also felt like there was no where to run. I was like a frozen rabbit that couldn’t figure out which direction to bolt to. So I ran to the nasty gas station bathroom.

I ran into the stall, locked the door, got on my knees and prayed. And cried. A lot. I’d like to say that when I got done reading the prayer on that tract that the heavens opened and something amazing happened.

Nope.

Well, the next image I saw was me walking through a parking lot at night. This was a few weeks after my stall incident. This lady named Janet walked straight up to me and told me what the next step was. I could go on, but what my little lyric-music-vision showed me, was that in that specific moment, mountains moved. It showed me that His promise to forgive still stands.

Images of me later, addicted to meth, drinking myself to death, the Secret Service breaking down my door… those came too. Images of my faithlessness came. Images of rebellion. After so much mercy I dug myself an even deeper hole. Then there I was again on my knees.

His promise was still standing…

What have I been reminded of this morning? I’m reminded that it doesn’t take digging your own hole and asking God to pull you out to know His faithfulness. My life might seem boring now, but I’ve seen mountains move.

I believe I’ll see it again…

Hopefully, the next mountains won’t be giant piles of my own making.

St. Patrick’s Day 2019

Being sober on St. Patrick’s day is a trip. I headed down town with my trusty camera to see what I could see.

Skate Park 02.24.2019

Sunday afternoon was a rainy mess. I needed to get out and hunt some photos, so I thought I’d run down to the skate park and see what was going on. It’s situated under an overpass, so I figured I would be fairly dry. I’m glad I went! The young men down there were awesome and they seemed excited at the prospect of having their pictures taken. Here are a few that I took.

One Cold Night…

I decided to hit the streets the other night. I really wanted to hunt up some photos, but it was FREEZING! I jammed some chemical hand warmers in my gloves and got it done. A few nights later Kevin and I went out and got some more. I’m starting to get addicted to long exposures…