If you read this blog regularly, you’ve seen Clint on here a couple of times. Today, Clint and I took a drive out in the country and visited a few places we used to hang out when we were younger. This is on Hard Labor Creek near the infamous “Spillway,” where many a Morgan County teenager (including myself) swam and acted like fools on humid summer nights. As we were leaving, I noticed this beautiful light coming from the setting sun. I told Clint that this picture looked like a Carhartt advertisement, except for his Nike sweatshirt.
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I was so excited to get to photograph the Mosses recently, especially with the addition of little Sophie Belle. They are truly a beautiful family.
I got to hang out with one my favorite people today — you know, one of those friends where you just wanna hang out just a little longer, to tell one more story. I wanna get all those people together one day and just have a party.
I know there’s a few people that end up on here time and time again, and Clint ranks up there with the best of them. It’s funny, ’cause when I start taking pictures of him, he’s so rigid and everything looks so forced. But then he relaxes and I get something like this — something that I think shows a part of who he is. Maybe it’s just me. Anyways, this was shot outside of Amici in Madison on Friday night. No Photoshop here…just neon from the window.
My good friend Mike G. shot this of his son Conner recently, and I just fell in love with it. It just brings back so many memories of going to the park with my Dad. It looks like some of the color has been removed, like at the end of the slide, but this photo has not been altered. I hope you enjoy, and let Mike know what you think by leaving a comment.
I went up to my stepfather’s shop yesterday, or simply “The Tire Store,” as we call it, to help him while he went to the doctor with my mother. To most people, Madison Tire is just another greasy shop that fixes flats and balances tires — just another small business waiting to get swallowed by the insatiable appetite of Wal-Mart. But to me and the coffee-guzzling, lie-telling regulars, it’s much more than that. It’s where you can hear solutions to the country’s problems, catch up on the latest town gossip, and most of all, talk football — Alabama Football. And you don’t need a flat tire … but you gotta try the coffee. Just go up to the concrete-floor stock room, where it’s always 15 degrees cooler than the office, where you’ll find a tired coffee pot, styrofoam cups, and all the condiments, in the corner. It may not the be the most sanitary pot, but I believe it just adds to the flavor. ‘Cause that machine can make even the cheap stuff — you know, the coffee that comes in the cans you have to open with a can opener — taste better than any Starbucks I’ve ever had. And don’t worry about the coffee being too hot. Like the small-town tire business, the pot’s better days are behind her — she can’t quite brew it as hot as she used to. Just head back down the four stairs to the office when you’re done and step up to the counter — you’ll be laughing and talking politics before you know it. And that’s why people go to Madison Tire.
I had the opportunity to photograph the Mosses again at their beautiful home in Pike Co. today. I was trying to go for something different with Vanetta’s maternity portraits, considering I photographed her when she was pregnant with Noah. It’s always fun to photograph families, especially one as good-looking as this bunch.
While back at home this week, I had the pleasure of visiting one of my long-time friends and past partner in crime, Justin Johnson. You know, one of those friends that, no matter how long it’s been since you’ve seen each other, you pick up exactly where you left off — like you never missed a beat. Justin and I both grew up in Madison, Ga., and spent many days together, most of them up to no good….from cutting doughnuts on a dirt road in Apalachee in my infamous blue-and-white Blazer to shooting beer cans in the South Georgia woods. There was also that canoe trip down the Suwannee River — one of those trips where you return a different person than you were when you left. The kind of trip that makes you realize that you really can do anything you put your mind to (that trip also put the fear of God into both of us, when we realized that blackwater rivers can hide alligators better than tall grass can hide a rattle snake). And then there was that long weekend on the family farm in Lumpkin, Ga. — where I caught a glimpse of how life was meant to be lived. How if you slow things down enough and tune out all the static, you really can know a peace that can be nothing other than God. Everyone should have a friend like this.
For the third or fourth year in a row, I took Christmast portraits of the lovely Garrish family at the their home. Here’s a couple of my favorites.
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