july 16, 2018

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“Forgive her even if she isn’t sorry.
Forgive him even if he didn’t apologize.
Forgive yourself even if you knew better.”
~ Timber Hawkeye




I love this shot of Kevin. This is how I find him… a lot. If he’s not looking at me like this, then he’s looking at me through a lens. You’ve seen those shots already. What I like about Kevin’s style is that he’s often unnoticeable in a room. Unlike me, a clicking machine with a wide angle lens that means I have to get super close to whatever I’m shooting, he’s much more reserved and thought out. As in art, so in life: that’s Kev. 

july 13, 2018

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“You either get bitter or you get better. It’s that simple. You either take what’s been dealt to you and allow it to make you a better person, or you allow it to tear you down.The choice does not belong to fate. It belongs to you.” ~ Josh Shipp


birds of a feather


I’ve had an excellent week capped off by a trip to Transylvania University’s Moosnick Museum and Special Collections. My old friend and former housemate Kevin Johnson is Transy Library’s latest hire. He joined us on the tour (“us” as in UK Libraries’ Special Collections crew). You sort of met Kevin way back on January 4, 2012 when the outhouse first sprang to life. Actually, you only met his wrist (watch), so this is the first time you see his face. Kevin probably doesn’t know that his calm demeanor and steady friendship helped hold me together during one of the worst periods of my life at the death of my BFF Jim Brown. You can’t replace friends like that.


I love us


I’ll talk more about Moosnick later because there’s a lot to talk about and it’s very cool, but this post is about three old college friends who somehow, after twenty years, managed to find themselves on a workday in the same place all armed with cameras, on Friday the 13th no less. We shot plenty around Transy, but we shot lots of each other, too. I think our colleagues were entertained by our three ring circus. In case I haven’t told the story: Kevin was in the MFA program at UK as Crys and I were working on our undergrad degrees (all in photography). Kevin took us under his wing, and in many ways, taught us more than we would have ever gotten from our coursework. We forged lasting friendships. Fast forward all these years and Kevin is happier now than I have ever known him to be. He has a son in whom he delights, and now he has landed a job with people who truly appreciate his highly evolved silly photog ways. He even gets big bear hugs from Marie. It makes me so happy to see him well and peaceful. He’s a great man and Transy is fortunate to have him. Me and Crystal are pretty lucky, too.



january 4, 2012

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Happy people “embrace the suck” and understand that, while the ride might be bumpy at times, it won’t last forever.” ~ Paula Davis-Laack

does anybody really know what time it is?
does anybody really know what time it is? (instagram)

Kevin Johnson pulled up his sleeve and thrust his wrist under my nose. It appeared normal at first, but I could tell by his enthusiasm that I was missing something. It wasn’t obvious at first, especially without my glasses, but when I backed away I finally understood his glee. Who wouldn’t want their watch numbers to be f-stops? It’s just the coolest watch I’ve ever seen. It might be a photographer thing, I will admit that. Well done, Kevin! The watch is available at Photojojo if you’re interested.

october 4, 2012

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Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” ~ Roald Dahl

knowing look

This Fall is hard for a lot of people I hold dear. My old college friend, Kevin Johnson pictured here at dinner, is one of them. This morning I nabbed shots of BFF Stacy Yelton’s gorgeous sugar maple. She’s also having a rotten Fall. Hard as it is to accept, some things must die to make room for new and better things. This is evolution; growth; progress. For the tree, rebirth brings strong, supple leaves that provide shade and oxygen. For humans, it brings healing and cleansing of spirit so that we can face our next chapter with clear mind and strong heart. May my down-trodden friends weather this Fall through tenacious love and compassion, and come spring, may they bloom whole again. Amen.

the beauty of dying