Feb-2016 I love my son. He is not of me. Born of African parents. Birthed in Bemidji, a tiny thing, barely able to see. I held him as soon as he came…
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MLK visit
Melissa and I sat in the sanctuary for a while. I watched as tourists walked the aisles. Taking selfies. There presence is white noise. I gripped the arm of the pew and…
The promise of a puppy
Ruby’s 80th birthday
Donna’s birthday
The Binding Cloth
Baby it’s just too tight. Those jeans you’re trying to squeeze your ass into. That shirt you can barely button Honey, you can’t even breathe. Why do you continually insist on wearing…
Tie+clip
I love this tie
Sports 2014
This is a little late being put up but here are some pictures I shot last year.
Catcher’s mask needed
This was taken in May. I had to keep tell William to back the tee up because the ball was coming off the bat so quickly that I barely had time to…