Kristina needed a new head shot.
Last night was the end of Rock Star Bowling’s 16th Season, our 2nd Season Bowling, and our coveted time with last season’s trophy. We played…
Got some awesome footage for the summer reel. Cooled off at Cocoa Beach, drank at Rum Runners, chowed on great Cuban food at Roberto’s, and…
Of all the pictures I’ve taken, this may be my favorite. Technically, it could have been better. I knew the basics of photography, but had…
I just heard this on NPR and felt compelled to share.
The Battle of Bull Run started 150 years ago today. This letter, from Sullivan Ballou to his wife, was written one week before he fell in battle.
July 14, 1861, Washington, D.C. Dear Sarah, the indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days, perhaps tomorrow. And lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more.
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how American civilization now leans upon the triumph of the government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing, perfectly willing, to lay down all my joys in this life to help maintain this government and to pay that debt.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless. It seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but omnipotence could break. And yet my love of country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly with all those chains to the battlefield.
The memory of all the blissful moments I have enjoyed with you come crawling over me, and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And how hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and see our boys grown up to honorable manhood around us. If I do not return, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I loved you, nor that when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless, how foolish I have sometimes been.
But, oh Sarah, if the dead can come back to this Earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be with you in the brightest day and the darkest night always, always. And when the soft breeze fans your cheek, it shall be my breath. Or the cool air your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah, do not mourn me dead, think I am gone and wait for me for we shall meet again.
Lightning is no fun to shoot. Doesn’t show that well in long exposures & way too quick to try and capture manually.
I’ve been hoarding footage to make one “Summer ’11” compilation, but the other day was too fun.