The Glenstone

Deep in the backwoods of Travilah, Maryland lies the Glenstone museum. A place that “seamlessly integrates art, architecture, and landscape into a serene and contemplative environment.” It also requires an advanced ticket. Which is free. But sells out months in advance. And is barely mentioned on their website. And thus, was not in our position when we arrived. After three hours of driving. Nevertheless, we persisted. And puckerage subsided once a small quantity of “day of” tickets found their way into our hands.

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Elliott Rose Unterberger

Man. How do you describe the birth of your child? Expletives and emotions come to mind. And tears. Lots and lots of tears. In the four months since Elliott joined our family, I find it hard to travel back. Not because I can’t. Or don’t remember. But because so much has changed, there is so much to look forward to, and I am so thankful to have her in our life.

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Brittany Pozzi

Last November I had the distinct pleasure of traveling to Victoria, Texas. What’s in Victoria, Texas? Well, The Museum of Costal Bend and The Indianola Ghost Town, but more importantly, Two-Time World Champion Barrel Racer Brittany Pozzi. Yup. Saw her gold buckle and everything. Even managed to make a few photos of my own while filming a spot about her for Purina. How’s that for a humble brag?

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A White Christmas

This Christmas past we ventured upstate to spend a few days in the Hillsdale house. It was my first time seeing Sarah and Dan’s epic home, and the first time I’d ever experienced a White Christmas. So naturally, I took an absurd amount of photos of Oliver in the snow. And not in the snow. And looking at farm animals.

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Just A-Ridin’

Last September, Lauren and I flew to South Dakota to meet the rest of the Most Interesting Family in the latest installment of our “Tour America” series (see Niagara Falls, Kaiwah Island). We also became vegetarians. But that’s another story. This one’s about our time explorin’ the Mount Rushmore state, chasin’ prairie dogs, and recitin’ the collected works of Charles Badger Clark.

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I Married My Sister

No. This post is not promoting incest. Though I did marry my brother too. In fact, Sarah and Dan asked if I might officiate their wedding, and I was honored to do so. A few weeks later this ordination confirmation from The United Life Church lands in my inbox. “Impress your friends, family, and peers with your new official status!” Needless to say, impress I did, and also managed to document a few moments along the way.

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Yosemite

Lauren has heard every story from my childhood trips to Yosemite. 17 times over. For my birthday this year we decided to add new chapters the mythical canon. Highlights included hiking Vernal Falls. Turning around while hiking Vernal Falls (sadly, the mist trail was closed). Following the river to the Ahwahnee. And the 18th telling of childhood stories.

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CONTACT | Shapour

I sold myself short. At the end of Blackwelder St. Shapour sits outside at 3pm waiting for his driver. Rain or shine, torrid or tepid, he’s always out there. Dressed like a boss. One day I time it right and ask to take his portrait. Weeks go by, I print a few in the darkroom, and hope to give them to him the next time I see him. When I finally do, he asks “How much do I owe you?” What a sweet heart. I tell him nothing, and that it was a pleasure to take his photograph. He smiles and thumbs through the prints, stopping at the last one. It’s my favorite. An artsy little number that doesn’t include his face. “This one’s no good,” he says. I think to myself, “that’ll be $50.”

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10.08.16

I don’t often take selfies. But when I do, I get married shortly thereafter. Six months have passed since I took this photo and the emotions are still there. In fact, I had to stop writing this post just to sit in memories (which was a bit awkward as I’m currently on a plane filled with 300 of my closest friends). Now, we’ve all seen the beautiful work that Jean-Laurent captured, so I won’t try to reproduce what some have deemed “the most photographed wedding ever.” What I will do is share the few frames I managed to capture that day, and the thoughts that went through my mind. Hope you enjoy them as much as I still do.

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Women’s March Los Angeles

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I have a confession. I almost didn’t march. Go ahead. Judge me. I’ll wait. In all honestly, I didn’t realize what the marches were about. Yes, I can read, so I knew it was for women. But I was turned off by the idea of protesting for protesting’s sake. Spontaneous rallies had broken out Downtown earlier in the week, and while I supported the cause I hated the goons who used the opportunity to close freeways, scream at cops, and twiddle up their T-Shirts into muggers masks. None of that was experience at the women’s march. Not in the slightest.

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