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A tribute to Mother's

I just returned home from buying headband supplies.

I stop at the light and to the left was a homeless man.

With the sign in hand and all. I felt prompted to share with him.

I looked down, I had no dollars, no change.

I had two packages of un opened sugar free gum.

We made eye contact and he came over to my house.

I told him I didnt have any money at the time.

He responded as he grabbed the gum: "God bless you."

His sincere blessings had already been fulfilled.

I thought of my mother carting around 8 children in an 8 passenger van.

The windows were typically never able to fully "roll" down or open, so

we would just stick our arms and legs out of it.

You can imagine it, and if you are a reader who knows it...

you have witnessed it first hand.

About 15 years ago, we were travelling west on 3oth to exit to the freeway.

It was a monday night, we were going to a movie in Clearfield, sponsored by my grandpa's work.

We packed the goodies and jumped in the car.

We hit the last red light before the freeway, at which all 8 kids piled in saw a homeless man with a sign.

and he need our RED VINES. Quickly we rolled dollar bills up in pass along cards

and pass along cards rolled up with RED VINES.

We would slip it too him, through the tinted window... just a pair of small hands.

He accepted and it became a rare tradition we tried to re in act whenever we could.

My mom is cool like that... but I have never told her, this was reason # 234

Love you mom. happy mothers day.

What if you wrote

everytime you could

NOT sleep


what if you wrote down your dreams

every night that you did not sleep.

Inception was a frighten reality for me to view.

I walked out of the theater wondering how they knew

I've let my past incept my dreams.

it was my way or keeping people alive and breathing...

only to awake with loss of breath and the cold reality of frost

that reminded me that I have a body...and they do not.



Since then I have tried hard to be the master of my thoughts

before I go to bed..

but to be honest... I still struggle.

One night I prayed to the Lord and told him I wanted to dedicate

my sleep to him....in gratitude for my life.


I slept to only dreamt, I was shot in the face and died.

The death I experienced emerged me to the light in my bedroom

where I awoke, in gratitude for the sound sleep and the day ahead of me.

But tonight, tonight was differently good.

The dreams I whipped up, are good things...that giddy my mind.

it seems I have been just as busy now, as I was while I was graduating.

a good thing I suppose.

We're only young and naive still
We require certain skill
The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it begins

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-between
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Can't help myself but count the flaws
Claw my way out through these walls
One temporary escape
Feel it start to permeate

We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-between
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

As it withers
Brittle it shakes
Can you whisper
As it crumbles and breaks
As you shiver
Count up all your mistakes
Pair of forgivers
Let go before it's too late
Can you whisper

It hurt so bad 

I knew it was growth

I wondered when I began to embrace it.

I quit wondering and asked for more.

I sought it out.

I obtained it.

and I cried myself to sleep with it.

and I wondered what is really healthy.

How much of this is about me

and how much of this is really

really about you

and how you feel about me.

The moment it hurt...I knew it was growth.

I can't shed anything without having layers of shedding prepared.

What makes your heart beat?

This past weekend I spent alot of time with Liz Frandsen (her site)

She shot my graduation photos (here)

And we have known each other for a bit, but because of school,

I haven't been able to play with other photographers in the way

I would have liked.

There are many reasons, Liz and I connect, but the one


I want to share with you is the following:

Liz is a lover to both her photography and her husband.

When the passion of those two combined... the following happens:

Click here


So one of the many common interest is helping clients portray who they are:

The following couple met in Japan when they were young.

Both of their father's served LDS missions in Japan and later re located with their families.

After a time, both families moved away... When Chris turned 19, he was called to serve

his mission in Japan.

After his mission, both families moved to Layton, UT, Where Cass and Chris

dated, loved blossomed and were married.

A huge connection and commonality they share in their marriage is

their love for Japan.


So it only makes sense to incorporate this into their shoot.




Who are you? What makes your heart beat?


Let's figure it out...document it.. and keep the memories near.

If you are already married.... and loved this video....message me!

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INSTEAD OF.....

Pit Fall Number one

Something I learned at college:

 Don't overload with one professor. It's ever so tempting to take four or five courses with one professor, if you like him or her and are getting good grades in his or her courses it may make sense. But there's a pitfall: Exposure to too few points of view might stifle your development in the field. 


CHECK! That happened to me in one area...so I share to help others avoid pitfalls. 


In any case, I'm not a genius... but I think alot.