My maternal grandfather passed away in the fall of 2012. It was only a few months after I’d met my girlfriend, now wife, Liz. He had cancer, had refused treatment,…

When my son was born, I heard a similar refrain from a lot of people. Something along the lines that I would surely make an endless stream of photographs of…

The morning is a muted affair until the blinds are drawn. If we’re fortunate, at least during much of the year, with this action the warm sunlight will spill in…

Many nights during the week I find myself stopping in front of the mirror while holding my son. He’s just finished a bath and his soaked head pops up through…

It All Turns on Affection is the title of Wendell Berry’s 2012 Jefferson Lecture for the Humanities. It’s an essay that’s lingered in the back of my mind for some…