A pilgrimage is a journey, often into an unknown or foreign place, where a person goes in search of new or expanded meaning about their self, others, nature, or a higher good, through the experience. It can lead to a personal transformation, after which the pilgrim returns to their daily life. – Wikipedia I love making the pilgrimage down to Cowan to capture the annual Christmas parade. As the definition of the word pilgrimage would suggest, this journey is much more than just watching the parade. It’s a homecoming! The trip down memory lane is good for the soul. How
We all are aware of domestic violence. Even if it has not affected us directly, we see the fallout in the news and social media all too often. I will be the first to tell you that I haven’t really thought about it that much. I’m not a violent person and at least to my knowledge, my circle of friends and family have not been subjected to domestic violence neither. But, that’s the thing! Domestic violence is not a conversation topic, especially for those in its midst. Statistics show that the chances of you interacting with a victim of domestic
I’ve always had a love hate relationship with the Natchez Trace Bridge. I love the architecture and engineering behind the structure. I love the sunset vistas looking out west from the top of the bridge. It’s a beautiful monument in a beautiful area. However, there’s a dark side. Locally, this bridge is known as the “Suicide Bridge.” To date, I believe there has been about 38 suicides from this bridge. That’s only true if no one has jumped between the time of this post and the date of February 5th, 2020. That’s the date I witnessed a man jumping off
It’s been a few years since I visited Montgomery Bell State Park. I believe I’ve explored almost every corner of this park, but there’s one little nook I always pay a visit when I’m in the area. This secluded area is home to the Cumberland Presbyterian Church and the replica log cabin where the Cumberland Presbyterian Church was founded in 1810. I find this area peaceful. I love walking into the church where the only illumination is the light shining through the stained glass windows. You can almost hear yourself think. I’ve often sat in the pew reflecting on life.
“Omaha!” That’s me calling an audible a la Peyton Manning when I saw the snow Friday morning on my way to work. I took a vacation day and captured some snow covered landscapes. I knew this could quite possibly be the only snowfall I see in my neck of the woods in 2020. Now that I’ve said that, it will come a blizzard in April. That’s Tennessee weather for you. Anyway, I knew this snowfall would last only hours, so I had to act fast. I drove out to some of my favorite sites along the Natchez Trace Parkway and
I took the long way home to catch the final moments of light at one of my favorite bridges, The Natchez Trace Parkway Bridge. The clouds were thick enough that only an obscured point of light from the sun was shining through. I was not expecting much, but I took a chance that I might get some color shooting back toward the west. In my experience chasing sunsets, I’ve learned that sunsets can change quickly. They could change into a masterpiece or they could just fizzle out. One thing is for sure, you have to be ready regardless of the
I’ve been very active over the Christmas and New Year’s holidays. If you take a look at my last several blog posts, you will see the types of events I’ve been shooting. It’s been fun and I loved every minute of it, but it has been quite the job. When you are shooting events that are unfolding before you, there is a pressure to get the shot. There are no do-overs. Working under pressure, be it pressure from a client or the pressure you put on yourself, can be exhausting. That’s why I feel it is important to recharge your
I believe the last time I attended the Cowan Christmas Parade, I was marching in it playing my trombone as a member of the Franklin County High School Marching Band. That means the young men and women marching in the 55th Cowan Christmas Parade were not even a thought in this world at the time. I know I just dated myself, but I had to give the readers some perspective. If my memory serves me right, my very first participation in the Cowan Christmas Parade was as a member of the South Trojan Middle School Marching Band. Since leaving Cowan,
Last year Spring Hill, Tennessee held their first Hot Air Balloon Festival, and it was also the first balloon festival I’ve ever attended. I left that event hoping that it would become another Maury County tradition. So, you can imagine how thrilled I was to see the announcement for the second annual Spooktacular Hot Air Balloon Festival. Things were looking bleak regarding the weather as the festival date was approaching. When the organizers realized that mother nature was going to ‘rain on the parade,’ they postpone the event for the following day. That was a good move as the rain
I visited one of my favorite train trestles the other day. I did not have any particular shot in mind. It was one of those days where I just wanted to be out exploring with my camera. Every time I come here, I always take a shot of the train trestle from the bridge that crosses the Duck River. It can be a bit dangerous getting this shot as the shoulder of the bridge is narrow. Most drivers are courteous enough to move over a little when they see me, but some don’t even slow down let alone move over.
Historical accounts tell the story of General Patrick Cleburne riding by St. John’s Episcopal Church days before the Battle of Franklin in 1864 and saying to one of his aides, “This is such a beautiful church that it would almost be worth dying so one could be buried here.” I would have to agree, but I’m going to try to stay above ground as long as possible. This is such a peaceful place. I’ve visited this church many times over the years. I love coming here with my wife, the amateur historian. She is a walking and talking encyclopedia of
Quite often, I like revisiting some of my favorite subjects. It may be on a whim or it may be a planned shoot. The subject matter is the same and it’s not the same. Different time of year, different time of day and different weather are all aspects that make the same subject different. Over the years, I’ve shot these locations with a variety of cameras including film cameras. I’ve used medium format, 135, four thirds, micro four thirds and my phone. I’ve shot in sunny weather as well as snow and rain. When you add a different camera, a