Allow me to tell you a story about a girl, a boy, and a lust for blood…
Greta decided to take a walk. She was down the street from her home when she saw a mysterious stranger in leaning against the block wall in the shade.
For a moment, their eyes locked. She thought he was handsome standing there smoking a cigarette. He was tall and dark and muscular. She’d never seen him in the town. She was intrigued and wanted to know more, but she was too shy to introduce herself.Read More
I enjoyed attending Thursday’s screening of four short films all focusing on environmental issues in my home state of Alabama. The Southern Exposure event was held at the Little River Canyon Center.
Southern Exposure is a film fellowship program that is actively raising awareness about Alabama’s incredible natural resources and important environmental issues that impact all of us.
This innovative summer fellowship brings emerging filmmakers from across the country to tell authentic, engaging stories through short documentary films about Alabama’s environment.
Alabama Bridal Photography
I’ve had several people ask about wedding photography. I do very few of these events, preferring to do Alabama Bridal Photography, typically on a date before a wedding when the bride does a test run of her hair, makeup and the dress.
I’ve created this gallery to share some of my past bridal portrait photography and event coverage.
Let me know if you have any interest in booking a bridal portrait session with me.
One of my favorite new collaborators is Savannah M. With the annual arrival of the fall county fair to my hometown (and literal backyard), I proposed we do a “Grease”-themed carnival photoshoot.
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“Grease” is a 1978 American musical romantic comedy movie based on the 1971 musical of the same name by Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey. The classic film depicts the lives of greaser Danny Zuko and Australian transfer student Sandy Olsson who develop an attraction for each other. The film stars John Travolta as Danny and Olivia Newton-John as Sandy.
This is the story of a woman determined to save her hometown by opening a business and the calendar I am helping her create to help support those efforts.
I had the opportunity this week to do another photo shoot with the lovely Savannah, a new model from Alabama. I usually stay away from railroad tracks (too cliche), but the railroad bridge in Gadsden offered an interesting backdrop for a portrait session. As an Alabama model photographer, I’m always looking for great settings and awesome new faces.
Last week, my sister Anita and I traveled to our shared Alma Mater, Auburn University, on our way home from Pensacola. Neither of us had visited the campus in almost a decade.
A couple of years ago, I started an online gallery selling my images of Scenic locations. It included lots of photos from Tuscaloosa, but none from the Loveliest Village on the Plains. With these new images, I have remedied that.
Anita and I drove around to take note of the changes. Lots of parking decks that would’ve been nice when she and I walked a mile to Haley Center. We also noticed how the students have tiny backpacks, presumably filled with tablets instead of the 40-pounds of textbooks that we used to lug around.
Auburn’s season opener in college football is this coming weekend, a rematch of the 2010 National Championship Game that we won. Wish I could travel to watch it, but not in the cards right now. I’ll be watching on TV and yelling, “War Eagle”!
When my older brother Mark was a pimple-faced, overweight teenage boy with zero prospects of dating a real flesh and blood woman, he pinned iconic posters of sexy female celebrities like Farrah Fawcett and Loni Anderson all over his bedroom walls. These voluptuous babes — their firm breasts threatening to burst out of their bikini tops at any moment — were accompanied by classic beauties like Jane Seymour.
The display essentially surrounded him on all sides by the women who eluded him in real life outside of that room and provided him with an outlet for the adolescent angst he felt by the societal constraints on doing what comes naturally to teenage boys.
I would visit his room to listen to albums he owned and talk about science fiction TV shows we liked – all an excuse for me to marvel at the exceedingly beautiful faces and bodies on display like a Sistine Chapel of the Erotic.